Chapter 11 - Before Daylight Teaser

The pain courses through my body as I am pulled down the first few stairs and my head hits the edges. The pain shocks me out of my somewhat dream state . I wrap my arms around my head trying to protect myself as much as I can, the sharp edges of the stairs digging into my back. The cold fingers press into my ankle even harder and feel like they’re cutting into my skin. I can feel the makings of pins and needles in my foot as its grasp cuts off the blood flow to my toes.

“Stop, please!” I beg as we reach the landing. The cold of the tiled floor is almost soothing against my assaulted, bruised skin. “Please, please, please, don’t do this.”

For a second it seems like everything has come to an end when my ankle begins to lower and the grip eases. Then the pressure increases again and I am dragged towards the stairs leading to the basement. Splinters from the wooden stairs cut into my back like stainless steels nails as my body continues to be pulled further into the darkness below.

Oh God.

The basement floor feels cold and damp against my naked, broken skin for only a few seconds when my body is lifted off the ground and I am thrown against a box. It’s the box I placed here yesterday, hiding the Ouija board. As I fall to the ground the contents of the box spill over me and Edward jumps down the last few stairs. His jeans barely on, one arm held tight against his body and his other holding his shotgun very awkwardly. I wonder why he isn’t using both hands.

“Bella?” Edward calls; the panic in his voice is laced with pain.

“I’m he-,” I start. But before I’m able to reply, to let him know that I am okay, his body is once again flung through the air like a rag doll. He is pressed against the wall, the shotgun falling to the ground with a loud clang. His head violently hits the wall behind him as if someone has deliberately knocked him against it, wanting to inflict damage. With one hand Edward grabs at his throat and I realize that he’s unable to breathe. He’s being strangled, legs kicking at thin air, hand grabbing at fingers that aren’t there. The color is draining from his face and his eyes start rolling back into his head.

A muse lost

I deleted almost two pages of the next chapter of SotN. No not by accident, but deliberately. It was utter crap. I'm staring at the little cursor blinking at me calling out to me to write the next chapter, but well it seems liek I've lost my muse a little. I wonder if Echo (tht's what I call her) is off having fun with someone else because the next chapter took so much out of her... damn , I hope she returns real soon.

I'm open to suggetions... help?

Chapter 10 - Starlit Nights

Chapter 10 has been posted on FanFiction.net and here... let me know what you think... I'll be hiding out with Sam, Dean and Edward until I receive some love.

Chapter 10 - Starlit Nights Teaser

“Where you going, dude?” Emmett asks as I open the front door to leave.

“Out,” I say abruptly.

“When will you be back, dude?” Emmett asks unaffected by my outburst.

“Later,” I reply and close the door behind me.

I’m in a foul mood. After my shower I had a very restless short nap and kept thinking about my conversations with Carlisle and Jasper. I’ve been trying my hardest to ignore this compulsion to check on Bella, to check that she’s okay, but the thought of something sinister going on finally makes me give up and decide to check on her. I did tell Carlisle that I would, so I’m doing it for him; or so I tell myself.

I decide to park a few blocks away, not wanting Bella, or Charlie for that matter, to hear the rumbling sound of the Impala and notify them of my presence. I grab a sawed off shotgun from the trunk and jog the short distance to the house to hide in the nearby, bordering forest where I can see Bella’s bedroom window.

Her bedroom light is on, shining like a beacon to a lost sailor. Everything looks normal, everything feels normal and the EMF is dead, not even a hundredth of an inch of movement, which is actually very strange. Usually the EMF will pick up some residual energy from spirits passing through or friendly family ghosts in neighboring areas, but nothing. It looks like it’s broken, but I know it’s not. We keep our equipment in pristine condition because we can’t afford something breaking at the wrong time. It’s like there is a bubble of inactivity surrounding the house.

Just as I’m about to do a circuit of the house to check the surrounding forest I see Bella in her window, brushing her hair. She looks sad, lost in thought, like Rapunzel trapped in her tower. I long to run my fingers though her dark tresses and kiss her pomegranate lips but I have not heard the words uttered by the witch, giving me the key  I need to climb up the tower and meet the fair maiden.

Bella disappears from my view and shortly thereafter her light goes out. She’s probably gone to sleep and I start checking the surroundings. I find nothing but trees, ferns and nocturnal creatures of the forest and return to the original spot where I can see her bedroom window. Just after two in the morning I hear Bella scream and almost start running towards the house when I see her light turn on. This must be her normal routine; nightmares must be interrupting her sleep.

I hang around until dawn, then crawl back to the Cullen house where I pass out from exhaustion.