send me an angel

by youwouldnt4

Bella Swan goes missing two days after her birthday. Her baby sister, Celeste, dreams about her disappearance for months. After Renee files for divorce with Charlie and moves away, disappearing herself. Charlie decides to move to La Push, a town he patrols for work, a town he doesn't know. Little does he know, that Celeste is going to be pulled into a world she never dreamed of.

6. the unspoken secrecy

I looked up and down the street. It's slick from the rainfall over night. The sky, the sky was dark, and it was in many different ways of dark.

She said Sam Uley and Billy. I don't know why. No details, but there was something that Billy knew. I spoke to Billy in my dream.

I have never met him, but his voice was distinct. I don't understand. I looked up the road in front of the truck, a gust of frigid, misting wind blew over me, the pink hood of my parka slid off my hood and the chill sunk into my skin beginning to numb it. I pulled the hood of my hoodie over my head along with my parka hood, I pulled the sleeves over my hands, I eclosed my hand around my keys again.

"Celeste!"

I whirled around and there was an older boy, no young adult man walking from the forest onto the road from behind me about ten yards away. I prepared myself because I don't know who he is, and my truck died. My only protection would be inside the truck—he could break the glass so that wasn't an option—or haul assing and using my keys if necessary.

"I have pepper spray!" I warned, attempting to make it look like I actually had it on me in my parka pockets. "You called my name; how do you know my name? Who are you?" I demanded, taking a couple steps back, he made no intention on following, he stayed in his place.

"I'm Sam Uley." He didn't want to fight, he stopped and put his hands up, "I'm not here to hurt you. Billy sent me to look for you. I know you from Jacob Black and Embry Call."

"Oh…" Jacob must've heard what happened, oh yeah, I was hysterical. Who wouldn't be after the phones came to life on their own, maybe Bella's spirit work or whatever the frea—ugh.

"What happened to the truck?"

"It died."

"Oh, that's not good."

"Yeah, it's not."

"What happened at the station?"

I released a breath through my mouth, contemplating if I should speak to him on this.

Tell him, Celeste. Bella's hazy form appears at my side.

Oh my God this was not the time to go crazy.

Tell him about Edward, Celeste. He knows who the Cullen's are. Tell him. She rushed, stepping in my direction and freaking me the fuck out.

I felt the blood drain my face and my hands begin to tremble. Is she serious?

"Are you okay?" Sam asks his eyebrows pulling together and also looking in the direction I was looking but he didn't see Bella because he looked across the street to the forest.

Tell him, Celeste.

I cleared my throat, "Yeah," I dropped my gaze to my feet and the wet pavement, another gust of wind blew over me. "Yeah, I'm okay. I was just trying to find my dad."

"He's not at the station?"

"No, he's been searching for missing persons. I don't know where he is."

"What happened at the station? Jacob said you were mentioning about the missing people and tourists."

I nodded, I swallowed, "Yeah, the station is a mess. Whatever is out there, it's hungry."

He hummed, giving me a look like he knew something, and it pierced my soul and made me uncomfortable. But he stayed silent, he didn't move expect for shoving his hands in his pockets.

I looked over slowly to the truck's ignition turning over, I stepped away from the truck while pulling my keys out of my pocket. I looked down at my trembling hand holding my keys in my palm over to the truck turning over again before it caught. Blood drained from my face while my heart went into my throat and into my ears, I looked over at Sam as I began to hyperventilate.

Then the truck ignition turned off. And silence filled the air where I stood frozen staring at the truck.

Sam checked the truck, opening the unlocked door and looking inside, he looked under after skimming the bed of the truck. He looked back at me, he was calm and reserved, nothing about him said 'I'm just as freaked as you', I couldn't read him at all, but his aura changed. It changed into something authoritative and protective.

I let him take my left bicep into his hand lead me away, he led me through the woods. I didn't say a fucking thing, stranger danger but who knows, maybe he would kill me but hell, I didn't care. I'd rather be anywhere but near or in that freaking truck. It may be an Autobot or a Decepticon, but I wasn't taking that chance right now. I'd ask the truck later when I was more relaxed if it was Optimus Prime. Or maybe it was another spiritual call, I may be hallucinating but Sam seen it too. So, whatever happened in the station happened too if she reached out to the truck, I don't know.

My mind went quiet after that and I just allowed Sam to walk me through the forest, I don't believe I should even question on it either.

I looked up at Sam when we broke through the forest across the street from the red house I had been looking for, the mist started to come down in a light drizzle.

"Sam, where are we? What are we doing? What are you doing?"

"I need to speak with Billy. I'll let you know from there."

"You see the truck come to life too?"

He looked down at me, confused as he assessed me hard, "Yes, I was. That was Stephen King shit right back there. Sorry about manhandling you, but you heard the rumors around town, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, then. I'm sorry, again."

"It's fine, I didn't know what to do honestly. I probably would've stood there for hours. I'm sorry I'm babbling. I wanted to make sure that really happened."

"You're going to be alright, kid." Was all he said to that, I don't know why that reassurance settled my nerves a bit, but it also didn't. "We won't let them get you."

I don't know if I heard him correctly over my blubbering. I know that we witnessed the same thing, but I guess I was in a lot more in shock than I was aware that I was in shock. Or in denial. Definitely a dumbass moment. I have only been able to accept that vampires are real, I didn't want to accept that spirits were real, that there was more supernatural in this world than I have believed to be. It's mind boggling to wrap around, I have been alive for 15 years and I always believed things like the truck and the Cullens were just in movies. Maybe I should be more accepting to that fact that the realities of the world were beginning to open up to me, unfolding before my eyes.

A shift of a breeze blew against my face, I felt the moisture falling down my cheeks and chilling my skin, I wiped my face with my free hand and inhaled a deep shaky breath to calm myself down. I wiped at my face again when more tears fell from my eyes. I inhaled another deep breath to calm myself down.

Inside the warmth and the barrier walls of the house, I was aware of how much my body was trembling, I looked up at Sam towering over me as he spoke in an alien language. I looked over at Jacob and the older man in the wheelchair who rolled himself forward in our direction. He was listening to Sam, and I can see whatever he said cause his facial expression to change until his eyes found mine with a critically pensive curve of his eyebrows and reserve his emotions from my interpretation.

Sam looked over at the older man, which has to be Billy—he looked just like Jacob with their identical long black hair and their skin tone and the shape of their eyebrows—at a lost by the expression in his eyes, like he wasn't sure to say something about him, I glanced over at the older man. He searched my eyes for a fleeting pause of silence, the older man looked up at Sam and courted a nod to him.

Sam looked back down at me and began to speak, "Edward Cullen has been on our land with a red-haired female. Those missing persons' have been their doing."

My head spun with reeling thoughts, "He partnered with Victoria? That doesn't make sense…"

"Celeste," The older man said gently, I glanced over at him, "Did Bella ever tell you her conversation with Jake about a year ago around this time? About our tribe's legends?"

I shook my head after trying to rack my brain, I didn't know Bella and Jacob talked, I didn't know that he had trusted her that much to tell her that. I was beginning to think the boys were keeping a lot more information about themselves, especially Jacob. Native legends and customs are sacred, everyone knows that.

"I didn't think so," He says absentmindedly, and then he continued, "We know about the Cullen's, we call them the Cold Ones."

"That's a good one. I was sticking to demons."

Sam snorted once, quietly.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"It's alright. I'm assuming you also know what the Cullen's are."

"Mhm," I hummed in verification.

"What can you tell us about Edward and Victoria?"

I laughed nervously, no, hysterical, not the good hysterical, and I babbled with my body trembling harder, "Well… I know that Victoria was James' mate, James, Victoria and Laurent, which was their clan. As they called themselves for groups or 'families', they were rogues. Passing through, James hunted Bella that's why she went to Pheonix, Edward killed James. Edward can read minds, I know that he couldn't hear Bella's mind which made him intrigued, Bella said that he can hear the tones of Charlie's thoughts, his emotions but he couldn't hear him. She said he can hear him, but he described it like hearing me yell through a thick layer of water, but he can hear me. He's fast, extremely fast, he was the fastest that they knew of. Edward knew Victoria would come for him to avenge James; it doesn't make sense why he partnered with her. Why is he with her?"

Billy gaze made me stop and prepare for something, "Have a seat, Celeste."

Sam led me to a kitchen chair as soon as Billy finished speaking, I sat down in the wooden chair. I looked back at him and clasped my hands, my hands are so cold. The tightness of my skin was beginning to prickle, and the trembling was increasing with the fear of my nightmares creeping along the crevices of my brain like poisonous ink.

"Bella's disappearance was Edward's actions."

Is he telling me…

"Sam found her dead after chasing off him towards Canada after he avoided the repercussions of his betrayal against the treaty."

"He killed her?" I was right, I was right. He killed her. He killed my sister. The trembling of my body began to convince me it was permanent. I looked over at the tabletop.

"I'm sorry, Celeste." Billy says quietly.

My elbows found their way to the table and my hands to my face, shielding it. I had been right. I was right. This brought me no comfort.

I needed to cry. No, I wanted to cry, I wanted to mourn but I couldn't cry right now. I can't mourn right now, especially not here. I could mourn when I get home. Dad is out there, Dad's out there and Edward is out there. I hardly doubted Edward would leave him alive if he came across him. Even if I could do something to save my father, even tell him what is out there, I couldn't do anything. I would die right along with Dad, and if I did tell him there was a possible chance he would have me admitted.

I wiped my face and inhaled deeply, it was shaky, just like the rest of my body. Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, how do they know she's dead? What did they mean by 'their', the way he had said it was like it was territory. I have heard that tone before, just like how the Cullen's would say it.

"Wait… how do you know?" And then the next question spilled out, I was oblivious to my stupidity for a split second, "Why didn't you say anything?" I looked down at the table quickly, "Never mind that last one."

Sam said something in that unknown language again cutting Billy off short before his answer, he glanced over at Sam and listened while his eyes found me again along the way. It went quiet after Sam finished and I felt the air shift.

"We should get you home." Billy says.

Do you know what happened next? I was taken home without my question being answered. Sam walked me home through the woods again.

"Sam, why won't you answer my question?" I demanded, feeling like a toddler being corrected by their day the way he was leading me through the forest.

"It's better if you don't know."

"Why? Why? I know about the vampires, why can't you tell me how you found my sister?" My voice cracked.

"It's safer for you not to know, kid."

Kid? Kid. Kid, I hate that word now.

"So, knowing what you are is more dangerous than vampires? I find that to be bullshit."

Sam gazed down at me, not a single silver of anger, just a firm, authoritative tone that made me feel small, "Listen to me, Celeste. There are things in this world that you do not understand and you knowing the truth will be things worse. Is that what you want?"

Like I had to think about my answer, I replied quickly. I also felt like a kid, everyone likes to scold me, "No."

"Then, trust us on this, Celeste." It was a quiet, calm plea, "It's safer for you not to know." He started walking around, loosening his hand around my bicep.

"Fine," I grumbled, glaring ahead of me.

It was quiet for the rest of the agonizing trip to my backyard of my house, Sam let go of my arm when he walked up to the back door.

"Stay inside until your father gets home," It was an order, he backed away but waited for me to take my keys out and get into the house.

So, I did just that, when I closed the door behind me, I looked out the glass to Sam sprinting across the lawn and back into the forest. I stood there by the back door for a moment in uncomfortable silence, I was so freaking cold and my head hurts. I was trying to process the day but every time I thought it—about the station, or the truck dying and coming back to life, and Jacob's house—a sharp, jabbing pain streaked from behind my eyeballs and into the back of neck while passing the crown of my head.

I called Dad's phone more times than I ever believed I would, he didn't answer the phone, it went straight to voicemail. I called the station phone more times than I ever believed I would, he didn't answer at the station either, nobody answered. I waited for him to call back, I waited for him to park in the driveway.

I paced around the house, called even more, paced some more. I could only pray that maybe he wasn't getting my call before our phone line was screwed up, I could only pray that maybe he was coming home right now. My stomach churned and the pain in my head grew into a pulse. I tried to get myself to relax and focus on something else for the time being until he came home, that's the only thing I could possibly do. Just relax and wait.

I managed to fall asleep along the way of an endless mental fight with myself. I woke up to the sound of keys going into the key port and unlocking the door with muffled voices. I sprung up from the couch and turned on the lights just as the front door opened revealing my father chuckling and murmuring.

"Where have you been?!" I demanded.

Dad jumped and whirled around; I froze when I caught sight of the woman behind him.

"Mom?"

"Hi, sugar cookie," Mom smiles widely with moisture brimming in her blue eyes, she closed the distance between us and wrapped her arms around me.

I didn't hesitate to hug her back, even though I was confused and worried about whether or not she was staying or if they had fixed things between them. I didn't care right then; he had been with her and that was enough for me to reax, I hugged her back feeling my throat close.

"Mommy…" I murmured with a wave to my voice and stuffed my face in her neck as she smoothed out my hair.

"I'm here, cookie. Mommies not going anywhere."

After our sentimental moment, Dad took mom's bags back to his room while Mom led me over to the kitchen and demanding to know about school and if I had any boyfriends. It was classic Mom, and she showed no intention of leaving again in her eyes or her body language. Her eyes had been a dull silver grey the day she fled, her eyes were as blue as my gym uniform and her skin was glowing. I helped her make something small and not too harsh on the stomach before the night was over until tomorrow. I didn't ask questions; I was too thrilled to have them both home to care about what happened today.

This was the best day of my life. This was everything I had been subconsciously praying for. It was perfect. Almost perfect… Bella should be here.

Dad looked up from reading the paper and discontinuing his grumbles about the increasing murders and disappearances in Seattle with recollection crossing his facial features, "Where is the truck?" He asked me, picking at his food as he assessed me.

"Uh… it died this afternoon when I went looking for you at the station."

"Oh."

"I told you that truck wasn't going to last long."

Dad sighs from Mom's remark, "Why were you looking for me?"

I stopped and looked down at my plate, I pushed a piece of lettuce over a diced tomato, "I—uh… I was looing for your permission to help out one of my friends with his Spanish essay."

"His?" Mom asked, intrigued, scrutinizing my face.

Dad looked like he seen a ghost, "A boy? What boy?" He asked a bit panicked.

Mom chuckled softly at his reaction.

"Jake, he's just a friend."

Mom hummed like she didn't believe me, "How did you meet this Jake?"

"Oh my God."

"Jake? Jacob? Jacob Black?" Dad asked, panicking even more.

"Yes," I replied, watching their faces.

I felt my face flush when Mom began to tease me while Dad protested about her teasing and kept interrogating me.

"You wanted to help him with his Spanish essay?" Dad scoffed in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowing in a paternal anxious line.

"Yes. But I couldn't reach you, I went to the station, and no one was there and then the truck died on my way home. I walked home, well, Sam Uley made sure I got home."

"Sam Uley? Sam Uley, he's the older kid helping out those kids right? That Sam?"

I guess you could put it that way, they all walk through the woods half naked, I'm not surprised if he had a previous with him or with somebody about him. I mean, he's kind of everywhere, we've seen driving around, a subconscious quick and discarded mental note.

"Yeah."

"Oh, all right," Dad looks over at Mom, like they were having a silent conversation when they were sync. They must've really reconciled. I don't even want to know.

"What do you mean no one was at the station?"

I shrugged, "It was empty when I got there. And it was a mess, trashed, to be honest."

Dad and Mom shared a look.

"I have to go check that out."

"Don't stay too late, you haven't slept." Mom says as he stands from the table and walked hastily to the coat rack.

"I'll be back," Dad reports before leaving through the front door and the door closing behind him.

Mom kept me distracted with cleaning up and some girly questions about Jacob, Embry and Quil, she asked mostly about Jacob after she studied my face when I told her a story with the three of them.

When I was in the safety of my room, I cried myself to sleep cradling one of Bella's hoodies to my chest and neck tightly as I mourned her life with all of my memories of our childhood and promises to make sure Edward dies out of justice for her. She was in love with him, and he took her life. He wasn't going to get away with killing her. Before I fell asleep, through my heavy eyelids, Bella's hazy form appeared. She gave me a reassuring but sad smile, she was wearing the clothes I last seen her in with her yellow parka. Unconsciously I promised her I would help her find peace in this in between she was in. I couldn't deny that she was a spiritual presence, the evidence today proves it, my dreams were real. Everything I had been terrified of for the past four months was unfolding before my eyes.

I had to be ready. If I wanted justice for her, I needed to be ready for what's imminent waiting for me.

I needed to speak with Billy and Sam again. They couldn't tell me they know about vampires without explaining how they know and what their part was in all of this. They couldn't just brush it off because I'm terrified of Edward and Victoria. They couldn't just act like I didn't deserve to know. Their extremely lucky that I hadn't told Dad the truth, the night would've gone differently if I told Mom and Dad that I know Bella is dead. I would be questioned and there would be no doubt that Dad would demand answers from them.

I wasn't surprised that he hadn't asked questions. I wish I could think about anything else that hasn't involved today, I couldn't sleep until I heard Dad come back home after midnight.

I didn't sleep too well when I finally did sleep.

…

That dark blue haze framed my vision, dark blue haze outlining the scenery, the same haze as usual. An eerily chill began to settle around me with the quiet rustle of the wind against the window panes, numbing my feet and hands as I fell deeper into my dream.

Dad will be pissed… but that didn't stop me from dressing warmly, putting on my hiking boots, gloves, and my own bright pink. I pulled my hood over my head as the rain started flinging down from the dark purple storm clouds, I gripped the flashlight and closed the back door from behind me. I left a note for Dad when he got home, there would be no doubt that he would come looking for me as soon as he reads the note.

-Went looking for Bella on the trail. Be back soon. I promise. I love you.

I drove to Forks and parked down the street near the dead end from the white two-story house. My childhood home.

The forest was growing darker with the rain coming down, the air turning icy and the earth is squishy under my boots. I swallowed my anxiety and solidified myself to get this done, I am determined to find something, so I don't come back empty handed. I would surely be grounded again but Bella… she keeps calling me, the forest is eerie and my instincts kicking in to keep me alive and safe. I am not afraid of the woods, I use to be in these woods for hours when I was a child, I still remember the forest like the back of my hand. I feel like a detective right now, maybe I should get into the field, Dad would have a heart attack. Maybe I'm just… what happens if I find her? What if I find something that leads us to her?

What if she ran away with Edward? I would run away with Jacob, or with our whole group, if I had the chance. But that's not Bella. And that wasn't me either. I had to remind myself that she's dead because of Edward.

I walked for what seemed like hours deeper and deeper into the forest heading in the direction of my dreams, following the dream map, the sky is dark, and the rain still hasn't stopped. Walking through forest foliage and over fallen trees with the flashlight on now, the flashlight was basically useless in the rain. I kept praying to find her, find something that would lead us to her, the pain and guilt of her disappearance driving me forward. Refusing to feel useless and worthless, she was only eighteen, in love, Bella was the most responsible one out of the both of us, always cautious. She would never go into the woods alone, and she would never come out of the woods alone. My jean pant legs are soaked, and the only thing that keeps me warm was my water-resistant parka, the dream is floating around in my head. I'm getting close, I can feel it, I started to have a familiar feeling, a sense, a familiar sense of vision.

My dreams, that one image of Bella 20 yards from me with her back turned, a yellow parka and her thick long locks of mahogany hair blowing in the rainy breeze.

"Celeste." She beckons me forward with the soft call of her voice.

Stopping in my tracks hearing her voice echoing in my ears even though she was in the distance in front of me, I turned in a circle slowly pointing the flashlight out in front of me, my heart picking up in pace as an paranormal chill ran up my spine. I knew what was coming for me. I continued forward with my instincts yelling at me to continue forward, keep moving, and I was going to keep moving. I walked some more with my body beginning to lower in temperature and my feet are going numb from the rain soaking into my boots from my jeans. My fingers shivering as I continued to point the light in different directions. The forest is unpredictable, I wasn't going to disappear, I wasn't going to fail, I couldn't fail. I couldn't die out here.

She was only eighteen, in love and figuring out the rest of her life with her beloved… I was not going to let her memory die; I was going to make her proud even if she's watching from the other side. I will find her. I walked for what seemed like hours upon hours, the rain eased up but then came pouring back down. Twigs and thin branches cracking under my boots, the wind blowing through the trees and changing the rains direction a couple times. I smacked the flashlight in my palm when it flickered and reactivated the life of the batteries, I continued forward for another thirty minutes.

"Celeste." Bella's voice is mixed with Jacob's, Embry's and Quil's voices.

I stopped in my tracks and turned in a slow circle again, another eerie chill running up my spine and my heart picking up in its frantic flutter. Slowing my breathing to steady myself, turning in another slow circle my hand shivering in soaked gloves, turning to my left I'm breathed hitching catching color more than twenty feet from me. My heartbeat is in my ears.

Déjà vu.

"Celeste." Jacob's figure was just as hazy as Bella's, but he was closer.

Embry and Quil were behind him, closer to Bella.

I stared at their figures in the distance, I swallowed. Why is Jacob here? Why are all of them here? Why was I seeing them? My cheeks were prickling into numbness from the cold when a draft of the icy breeze hit me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Everything in my body slowed down as I walked in that direction, my instincts yelling at me in a hurry, ignoring their hazy forms coming closer to me. I couldn't believe my eyes as I seemed to walk in slow motion to the color in the darkness away from their presences, my flashlight started to go out. Hitting the flashlight on my palm to keep its life going until I'm close to the house but it went out several feet away from my target. Everything went cold and numb in me when the color was bright, a bright color in the dark earthy tones.

Was all of my dreams a warning? Or was I hallucinating? I picked up the piece of clothing, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the name stitched into the coat from my mother's sewing. On the inside of the coat near the strap to hang it up was the name 'Isabella' sown in a pretty blue stringy yarn. I can't believe I found her parka; it's just her parka. It was just lying there on the forest floor and covered in dirt and water, what caught me off guard is the distinct red staining all over the front of the parka with shreds. My heart shattered in my chest, crushing all the way to my core, I fell to my knees staring at the parka a couple of feet in front of me. Tears blurring my vision and a painful knot forming in my throat, he really did kill her. She's dead, her blood has stained the parka, I wish I found her in it. I wish I found her in a hidden cabin in the woods.

Putting my hands over my face, the gloves moistening and cooling my face even more than it was, my tears mixed with the rain falling from the sky. She's dead. My sister that I had just been getting close to is dead. Edward killed her, I felt my throat begin to close up like being constricted with an icy cold metal clamp.

"Celeste." Bella called softly again.

I dropped my hands slowly and looked around me, maybe she wasn't maybe she became one with the forest and is living peacefully as an innocent petite rabbit. I reached out to the parka, picked it up gingerly and examined it the little light, the color was stark contrast in the dark tones. My instincts yelled at me to go home, I listened, I found what I needed, there was nothing else in the spot or in the surrounding area. Not the right something I was looking for; I can feel his eyes like he was right in my face. I wrenched myself up from the forest floor and scrambled to my numb feet. I hauled ass back to the way I originated making a right turn from when I came here from an left angle, gripping the parka for dear life in my right hand and the flashlight in the other. That eerie feeling intensifying as I ran like hell was following me… I had a deep feeling it was.

I started to cry more while I ran, I wasn't sure if I was even going the right way anymore, the flashlight is dead, and I feel like I'm running for my life. My legs and lungs are on fire with my never-ending run, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. I don't think I have ever run as fast as I am right now, it would put my PE Mile Run tests to shame-.

A figure dropped down in front of me, I smacked into them while screaming, like a cold stone wall. I shoved back and my hands released my precious items, my heart racing in my chest as I fell on my ass and stared up into the darkness. Didn't I hit something…? My forehead blooms with a sharp pain striking throughout my head, I put my hand over my forehead, picking myself up a bit disoriented. I shrieked when I felt a rush of wind, an icy hard hand wrapped around my right thigh and flung me into the air as I screamed, and I spun in the air doing summersault and the cold and hard hand wrapped around my left shin and slammed down into the earth on my back and right side. All the wind was knocked out of me, and pain from the impact, mud in my hair and all over and being washed away from the heavy rain. I can't feel my body with the amount adrenaline pumping and the strength my heartbeat, it was the only thing keeping alert and less disoriented, all I could hear was my heartbeat and my vision was compromised with white and black spots and the stormed darkened forestry.

I felt like I couldn't breathe no matter how much as I gasped for air, hysterically.

"Breathe! He can hear you! You need to scream!" Bella screams, standing beside me in the stormy forestry. "Scream! You need to scream!"

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight, my heartbeat was pounding in my ears as I managed to get back to my boot clad feet. The flashlight came back to life, I snatched it up and Bella's parka, scrambled to my feet again and hauled ass. I started screaming bloody murder when Edward jumped out in front of me, ready to pounce on me, heavy vibrations behind me, everything stilled as I pointed the flashlight in his face. His eyes were a rich red shade, pure crimson red and his face was twisted in an expression of sinister hunger. The heavy vibrations behind me were getting closer with the sound of alarmed deep barking of a canine, multiple canines with the Earth shaking all around me as Edward lounged towards and my body reacted with a defensive high shriek. I felt the tears begin to stream down my face like tiny rivers, a snarl ripped through his gleaming teeth that were laced with venom. I threw myself backwards, tripping backwards and falling onto the forest floor as something massive jumped over with a ripping loud, territorial canine snarl.

Multiple snarls and snapping of jaws as I screamed and huddled on the forest floor as the gigantic wolves chased the immortal demon away from. I got to my feet as the sounds and vibrations were beginning to fade in front of me, I scrambled to my feet and ran for my life in a different direction away from whatever had attacked Edward. I didn't want to be next, maybe they would smell my desire to live and leave me alone and take care of the demon.

And then everything got eerie again. Everything was still into frozen time, everything even the rain flinging down from above stilled in the air. I shined my flashlight around as I spun in a slow, alert circle and shined it up into the treetops.

In that single second of stillness and at a snail's pace of awareness, he appeared from overhead, inhuman noises spilling between his bared teeth that shone with a silvery glint across his perfect teeth. An expression filled with hate and… thirst, destroying every good memory of him and impression of him in that single second. He promised he would never lose control of myself; he promised he would never harm us, but this image destroyed all of his promises. Those heavy feet, those heavy vibrations were right behind me, animalistic sounds, growling, snarling defensively. Edwards' irises were the color of blood, rich and dark, he had been my sister's boyfriend, and she loved him more than she loved anything else in this world. In some strange sense, in that same moment, I knew for a fact that he was going to kill me just like he killed her.

It was clear, and he wanted to kill me too.

He dropped a foot away from me. I fell back onto my bum with a scream that pierced my own ears, the sound is strangled from my throat and left them ringing. The moment he went to grab me something crashed into him from his right side with a blur of dark brown fur or hair, disappearing into the darkness with ground shaking vibrations, the sounds were inhumane, animalistic they hurt my ears. Sending painfully prickling throughout my ear drums and my skull, I didn't waste any time, I scrambled back to my feet, scrambling around for the flashlight and parka on the soaked forest floor. Sobbing, and frantically looking around, branches snapping loudly to my right hand my head snapping in the direction. I felt everything inch of hair on my body stand up in warning, standing up at a threat that was life threatening, this was a situation I've never been in before but had been thought to be prepared for.

Screaming again while launching myself forward away from the figure barreling towards me. I couldn't breathe, my throat was hoarse and to breathe was sending cold shivers down into my rough throat. Running away from what was behind me, running away from the vampire that had killed my older sister, and the piercing noises of animals like thunder and making the ground shake. I felt something grab onto the back of my jacket and I shrieked as the wind whipped against my face and body, making me flail around before I was thrown forward and tumbled to the ground which I wasted no time to stagger back to my feet through the ankle-deep mud. I was so glad I tied my laces three times; I shrieked a couple shorts times as I dodged the shadows in the darkness around me as I threw my legs forward again. My hands were in permanent lock around the parka and flashlight, I knew when I was ready to let go of these items, my hands were going to cramp and protest with sharp stiff pains.

This was something that I couldn't prepare for, there was nothing that could defend me from this. Nothing I could fight it off with, knowing that this could be the moment of the end of my life is absolutely soul crushing, terrifying. I haven't lived.

My heart is going to break through my ribcage, my head hurts and I was freaking out, gasping, and running for my life. Completely numb from the chill in the air and the icy rain, the mud washing away, my legs are numb and feels like I'm not moving fast enough. My throat burned, the warmth within the house was beginning to thaw my body and it hurt. Everything hurts.

"Celeste."

I stopped right in my tracks, her voice was a lot different this time, I scanned my surrounds with the terrified quiet sob bubbling out of my throat, my vision blurring but I didn't dare look behind me. I began running again. My heart is pounding in my chest, hearing it my ears, feel it in my throat and pulsing throughout my brain and fingertips. I seemed to slow down; all I could see was the forest in front of me as I ran. I saw fiery red hair chaotic in the wind and rain, but it was gone as quickly as I seen it, I didn't pay much attention to that. But I didn't stop moving; I couldn't stop. And then I caught sight of Bella's hazy form, beckoning me as she stood in the archway of a break in the forest, I ran straight towards her. I laughed in relief as I bustled through the bushes, coming out of the forest from the end of my street, I ran down the dead-end road and to the lit-up porch. Dad still wasn't home; I phoned him immediately. He didn't answer, I called him two more times before I called someone.

"Hello?" I asked out of breath, tone full of paranoia as I looked around.

"Celeste? It's ... What's wrong?" The same man as always asks.

I looked down at my trembling hands, water dripping from my clothes onto the kitchen floor dirt mixing with the water.

"I-I-I-I… I-I found-d Bel-la's park-a-a. Ed-dwar-rd-s-s-s o-ou-t-t th-h-ere..." My fear induced stutter, my teeth chattering fiercely, and I dropped the flashlight that startled me even though I watched it fall.

"You have to speak up, Celeste. I can't hear you," the man says, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, chills running down my spine.

I pushed the mic towards my chattering teeth, trying to calm my nerves by inhaling through my nose, "I-I found B-Bella's-s-s par-rka… Edward-d is-s in th-the for-for-fores-forest." I stuttered violently; I haven't stuttered over my words since I was nine.

"It's okay, It's okay-."

Something grabbed me by the back of my neck, I screamed at the sudden presence and then I was thrown backwards in the backyard of my father's house. I tumbled along the grass as Bella appeared and stand close by me, moving with my every movement, like a magnet. As I lifted myself up onto my knees, my body trembled violently as I watched Victoria blur to Edward's side, and they were a demonic duo of danger with sinister delighted grins. I knew this was the moment I was going to die.

They looked over my head, they both simultaneously began to lower down to lunch forward in a pounce. My body stilled when I heard and sensed the animal behind me, I glanced above me hearing a low, threatening growl. A russet brown and tan wolf stood protectively, its massive head lowered to sniff the top of my head twice, its dark eyes on the vampires not even ten feet in front of me, a black wolf flanked the one right above me, a chocolate brown and muti-colored wolf with spots flanked its other side. The wolves growled and snarled, baring their teeth.

The black wolf released a short bark, and then that one and the two others on the other side of this russet brown one shot forward. Snapping jaws and snarls as they chased the vampires, Edward and Victoria were cut off by two various shaded gray wolves cut them off.

My dream ended abruptly—with the echoing sounds of the canine snarls—to the sound my blaring alarm clock.