3: Cry Little Sister
Rosalie and Alice had finished hunting and were slowly walking through the forest, a good 100, 150 miles from home. Alice turned her head to the darkening sky and tilted it carefully, listening almost. “It’s going to rain soon” she said, looking at Rosalie.
“What a surprise” she muttered, keeping her eyes forward. Alice sighed and Rosalie untied and retied her long blonde hair for what had to be the millionth time that day. “Ready?” she asked Alice, stopping and getting ready to run. She nodded and just before they were to take off, they heard a long high pitched howl.
“What was that?” Alice asked, shooting a worried look to Rosalie. Rosalie shook her head.
“Sounded like a wolf” she responded.
“Sounded like Jake. Like something was wrong.” The two shared a look of pure panic before racing home; racing faster than either had ever gone before.
It was at this same time that IT stopped and listened. IT could hear three separate groups of vampires: one that had two, female, one that had four, maybe five, all male, and the last was a mixture of both male and female and an unknown number though IT was certain that it was higher than what IT had just killed.
IT had made up IT’s mind to take on the largest group-not only would IT get satisfaction out of it but master would be quite pleased. IT stopped dead in IT’s tracks and listened-the two female were closest, somewhere in Washington, the four hoặc five were coming to Washington from the west and the largest group was somewhere far down south-possibly South America, even further. IT did not care and took off faster than any vampire.
The two reached the outskirts of trang chủ and halted, listening. Again, another loud howl of utter despair and agony. They exchanged a look before walking slowly through the woods and closer to home, not seeing anything at first. Once again, Alice caught it before Rosalie did, sniffing the air. “You smell that?” she asked, looking at her.
Rosalie inhaled and nodded. “Yeah…Smells like something was burned.”
“Burned” echoed Alice, suddenly feeling weak in the knees. Rosalie caught her and looked at her, worried.
“What?”
“Burned, Rosalie. How are we destroyed for good?” Rosalie stood perfectly still, the words coming in one shock wave after another.
“No” she finally said, heading for home, each stride longer and faster than the one before. “No, no, no, no” she đã đưa ý kiến again and again as she walked inside the back door and looked around quickly, not seeing anything out of place.
Total silence greeted her. “No, no, no” she continued her mantra as she walked up the stairs, slower than before, she walked in each room, though each was empty. She walked to the front then and gasped at what she saw: the down-stairs was an absolute mess, glass from one of the windows lay strewn about in shards all around the room, and the sofa lay in ribbons, the stuffing pulled out and looked like fresh snow, Esme’s antique bàn lay shattered like toothpicks. But the most damaging of all was the grand piano: it had been demolished beyond recognition almost; subtract the scattered keys and the pedal.
Rosalie couldn’t move, couldn’t think, and couldn’t speak. She knew that what had happened here had left no survivors. And yet a part of her could not accept that.
“Rose!” She heard the yell and walked down the stairs slowly, in a trance almost, and out the back door, not being able to so much as think about what was in the front of it. “Rose!” She followed Alice’s voice down a path that headed west from the home. She took in a breath and realized she smelled something other than the burning…Something sweet and tempting.
Blood.
She looked down and followed the trail a quarter of a mile, finally stopping when she saw Alice kneeling tiếp theo to a shaken Jacob who lay curled in the fetal position, sobbing so hard each one shook his entire body. “Jake” đã đưa ý kiến Alice softly, careful not to touch him but keeping herself close that he could feel her presence. Rosalie stayed where she was, though she could catch every sound around them.
“Dead.”
Alice looked at him, hoping she had heard him say something else-anything else. Rosalie held on to a cây behind her, certain that when he spoke again she would not be able to stand.
“Dead. They’re all dead.”
“Who?” Alice asked him gently. Rosalie shut her eyes and clutched the cây tighter, a life support to a drowning man at sea.
“Everyone! Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Bella, Jasper, Emmett, Renesmee.” He started sobbing again, true ones that started in the stomach and worked their way up to his throat and finally out his mouth. Alice could only stare at him, his words leaving her paralyzed.
“What?” she finally managed, her worried gaze going from Jacob to Rosalie who leaned against the tree, her back to Alice.
“This…Thing…I don’t know what it was, never even saw it…”
“What?” Alice repeated.
“It was invisible. None of us could see it. And it was fast…No offense…But…It made even the fastest vampire look…Slow…” He choked on his words then, his breath getting caught in another sob that rocked his body. “And vicious…God!...It…It killed them so violently…And I could do nothing to stop it….Even when I tried to protect Renesmee, it threw me out the window with such force…When I finally came to, I smelled the burning and knew…I was too...late.” He took in another sharp breath as the two ma cà rồng stayed still, letting the news come slowly and painfully.
Jake sat up then, leaning against the fallen tree. He stood shakily and started to walk slowly. Alice finally found her voice and asked “where are bạn going?”
Without turning he answered “anywhere but here.” He took off running and was eventually out of sight.
Silence encircled the two; even the usual sounds of the forest were silent. “What are we going to do?” Rosalie finally asked her voice weak and small. For once, despite her abilities to see the future, Alice was unable to answer.
She broke away from the cây and started to walk back to the house. She knew she couldn’t go back in there-ever again. Not after what had happened there. Even if she hadn’t seen it, even if she hadn’t been there… She shook her head and stopped. Never had she felt this sort of helplessness before.
Never.
Well, once but…
She looked up at Alice. “I’m going to the Volturi” she đã đưa ý kiến simply.
Alice’s jaw fell. “Whoa! No no no! I know this situation is…Well I don’t have a word for it but death is not the way out.”
Rosalie laughed bitterly. “Oh isn’t it?” Alice looked at her again then away. “I’m nothing without him…I was nothing without any of them.”
Alice gritted her teeth and grasped her tightly bởi the forearms (she would have grabbed her face but couldn’t reach that high) and đã đưa ý kiến “look at me, Rosalie.” She turned her face from hers, but Alice’s grip was stronger than her will and she stopped fighting and did as Alice asked. “You’re not the only one in pain here, ok? But I need bạn to be strong now, hard as that sounds, I need bạn to be strong. We will overcome this, ok? We will mourn but we will not give up on our own lives, do bạn hear me Rosalie?”
“I can’t…”
“Yes bạn can! I will help you. We will get through this together.” Rosalie looked at the ground, her feet gently kicking the soft dirt under them. Finally, she nodded in agreement. Alice nodded as well.
“How come bạn couldn’t see this?” Rosalie asked her quietly. Alice looked at her then away. That had been bothering her as well.
“I don’t know. I…Whatever Jacob saw happening…It isn’t human and it isn’t one of us.” She paused then, considering what was left. “I just don’t know.”
“What do we do now? Where do we go? What…Happens next?”
Again, Alice could only say “I don’t know.”
Rosalie and Alice had finished hunting and were slowly walking through the forest, a good 100, 150 miles from home. Alice turned her head to the darkening sky and tilted it carefully, listening almost. “It’s going to rain soon” she said, looking at Rosalie.
“What a surprise” she muttered, keeping her eyes forward. Alice sighed and Rosalie untied and retied her long blonde hair for what had to be the millionth time that day. “Ready?” she asked Alice, stopping and getting ready to run. She nodded and just before they were to take off, they heard a long high pitched howl.
“What was that?” Alice asked, shooting a worried look to Rosalie. Rosalie shook her head.
“Sounded like a wolf” she responded.
“Sounded like Jake. Like something was wrong.” The two shared a look of pure panic before racing home; racing faster than either had ever gone before.
It was at this same time that IT stopped and listened. IT could hear three separate groups of vampires: one that had two, female, one that had four, maybe five, all male, and the last was a mixture of both male and female and an unknown number though IT was certain that it was higher than what IT had just killed.
IT had made up IT’s mind to take on the largest group-not only would IT get satisfaction out of it but master would be quite pleased. IT stopped dead in IT’s tracks and listened-the two female were closest, somewhere in Washington, the four hoặc five were coming to Washington from the west and the largest group was somewhere far down south-possibly South America, even further. IT did not care and took off faster than any vampire.
The two reached the outskirts of trang chủ and halted, listening. Again, another loud howl of utter despair and agony. They exchanged a look before walking slowly through the woods and closer to home, not seeing anything at first. Once again, Alice caught it before Rosalie did, sniffing the air. “You smell that?” she asked, looking at her.
Rosalie inhaled and nodded. “Yeah…Smells like something was burned.”
“Burned” echoed Alice, suddenly feeling weak in the knees. Rosalie caught her and looked at her, worried.
“What?”
“Burned, Rosalie. How are we destroyed for good?” Rosalie stood perfectly still, the words coming in one shock wave after another.
“No” she finally said, heading for home, each stride longer and faster than the one before. “No, no, no, no” she đã đưa ý kiến again and again as she walked inside the back door and looked around quickly, not seeing anything out of place.
Total silence greeted her. “No, no, no” she continued her mantra as she walked up the stairs, slower than before, she walked in each room, though each was empty. She walked to the front then and gasped at what she saw: the down-stairs was an absolute mess, glass from one of the windows lay strewn about in shards all around the room, and the sofa lay in ribbons, the stuffing pulled out and looked like fresh snow, Esme’s antique bàn lay shattered like toothpicks. But the most damaging of all was the grand piano: it had been demolished beyond recognition almost; subtract the scattered keys and the pedal.
Rosalie couldn’t move, couldn’t think, and couldn’t speak. She knew that what had happened here had left no survivors. And yet a part of her could not accept that.
“Rose!” She heard the yell and walked down the stairs slowly, in a trance almost, and out the back door, not being able to so much as think about what was in the front of it. “Rose!” She followed Alice’s voice down a path that headed west from the home. She took in a breath and realized she smelled something other than the burning…Something sweet and tempting.
Blood.
She looked down and followed the trail a quarter of a mile, finally stopping when she saw Alice kneeling tiếp theo to a shaken Jacob who lay curled in the fetal position, sobbing so hard each one shook his entire body. “Jake” đã đưa ý kiến Alice softly, careful not to touch him but keeping herself close that he could feel her presence. Rosalie stayed where she was, though she could catch every sound around them.
“Dead.”
Alice looked at him, hoping she had heard him say something else-anything else. Rosalie held on to a cây behind her, certain that when he spoke again she would not be able to stand.
“Dead. They’re all dead.”
“Who?” Alice asked him gently. Rosalie shut her eyes and clutched the cây tighter, a life support to a drowning man at sea.
“Everyone! Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Bella, Jasper, Emmett, Renesmee.” He started sobbing again, true ones that started in the stomach and worked their way up to his throat and finally out his mouth. Alice could only stare at him, his words leaving her paralyzed.
“What?” she finally managed, her worried gaze going from Jacob to Rosalie who leaned against the tree, her back to Alice.
“This…Thing…I don’t know what it was, never even saw it…”
“What?” Alice repeated.
“It was invisible. None of us could see it. And it was fast…No offense…But…It made even the fastest vampire look…Slow…” He choked on his words then, his breath getting caught in another sob that rocked his body. “And vicious…God!...It…It killed them so violently…And I could do nothing to stop it….Even when I tried to protect Renesmee, it threw me out the window with such force…When I finally came to, I smelled the burning and knew…I was too...late.” He took in another sharp breath as the two ma cà rồng stayed still, letting the news come slowly and painfully.
Jake sat up then, leaning against the fallen tree. He stood shakily and started to walk slowly. Alice finally found her voice and asked “where are bạn going?”
Without turning he answered “anywhere but here.” He took off running and was eventually out of sight.
Silence encircled the two; even the usual sounds of the forest were silent. “What are we going to do?” Rosalie finally asked her voice weak and small. For once, despite her abilities to see the future, Alice was unable to answer.
She broke away from the cây and started to walk back to the house. She knew she couldn’t go back in there-ever again. Not after what had happened there. Even if she hadn’t seen it, even if she hadn’t been there… She shook her head and stopped. Never had she felt this sort of helplessness before.
Never.
Well, once but…
She looked up at Alice. “I’m going to the Volturi” she đã đưa ý kiến simply.
Alice’s jaw fell. “Whoa! No no no! I know this situation is…Well I don’t have a word for it but death is not the way out.”
Rosalie laughed bitterly. “Oh isn’t it?” Alice looked at her again then away. “I’m nothing without him…I was nothing without any of them.”
Alice gritted her teeth and grasped her tightly bởi the forearms (she would have grabbed her face but couldn’t reach that high) and đã đưa ý kiến “look at me, Rosalie.” She turned her face from hers, but Alice’s grip was stronger than her will and she stopped fighting and did as Alice asked. “You’re not the only one in pain here, ok? But I need bạn to be strong now, hard as that sounds, I need bạn to be strong. We will overcome this, ok? We will mourn but we will not give up on our own lives, do bạn hear me Rosalie?”
“I can’t…”
“Yes bạn can! I will help you. We will get through this together.” Rosalie looked at the ground, her feet gently kicking the soft dirt under them. Finally, she nodded in agreement. Alice nodded as well.
“How come bạn couldn’t see this?” Rosalie asked her quietly. Alice looked at her then away. That had been bothering her as well.
“I don’t know. I…Whatever Jacob saw happening…It isn’t human and it isn’t one of us.” She paused then, considering what was left. “I just don’t know.”
“What do we do now? Where do we go? What…Happens next?”
Again, Alice could only say “I don’t know.”
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure tình yêu was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from ngày to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But tình yêu was still there, although destroyed bởi many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and tim, trái tim full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be sữa and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
tình yêu was still there, that pure tình yêu that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of tình yêu was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure tình yêu was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from ngày to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But tình yêu was still there, although destroyed bởi many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and tim, trái tim full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be sữa and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
tình yêu was still there, that pure tình yêu that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of tình yêu was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He đã đưa ý kiến kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think bạn will"
I đã đưa ý kiến sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas bạn cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He đã đưa ý kiến kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think bạn will"
I đã đưa ý kiến sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas bạn cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
thực phẩm and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
thực phẩm and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do bạn know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do bạn know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My tình yêu is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my hoa still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget bạn although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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