The Legend of the Golden Wolf (Adopted by me, Allebasii)
AN: this, and all of the rest of the chapters up to chapter twenty-two (22) are by the original author, (Five by Five Gurl) with editing by me. Any chapters after twenty-two are entirely original, and will more-likely-than-not be following a different plot line than Five by Five Gurl's original story; Updates may be few and far between until I work out how I will conclude this story, and while I am updating all of my other stories, mainly True Vamp.
Reviews are appreciated, and thanks in advance to any reviewers and to Five By Five Gurl, for letting me adopt my first story. ( I hope you like how I write it!)
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight. This should be obvious.
Chapter One: Phasing.
"Okay, lets talk" I said; it sounded braver than I felt. I was shaking, with worry no doubt, and I felt hot, even though the air was freezing.
Edward took a deep breath,
"Bella we're leaving." He said in his musical voice that reminded me so much of bells, or some other heavenly music.
I took a deep breath too, and tried to stop myself from shaking. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared, but I still had to ask.
"Why now? If you wait another year—"
"Bella it's time, how much longer could we stay in forks? After all, Carlisle can barely pass for thirty now and he's claiming thirty-three. We'd have to start over soon regardless."
His answer confused me; I thought the point of leaving was to let his family live in peace. Why did we have to leave if they were going? I felt uncomfortably hot now, and I was shaking hard. I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant.
He stared back coldly, his expression impassive.
With a roll of nausea, I realized I had misunderstood.
"When you say we—"
"I mean my family and myself."
Each word, separate and distinct. I shook harder; I almost felt angry…
I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear it. He waited without impatience; it took me a few minuets before I could speak.
"Ok" I said, "I'll come with you."
"You can't. Bella, where we're going— it's not the right place for you," he said, seeming to not want to look at me, but unable to look away.
"Where you are is the right place for me!" I interjected, before he could say anything else.
"I'm no good for you Bella." He whispered, and for an instant I heard pain in his voice.
"Don't be ridiculous!" I sounded angry, but also like I was begging. "You're the very best part of my life!"
"My world is not for you." He replied grimly, and I felt like screaming in frustration.
"What happened with Jasper—that was nothing Edward, nothing!"
"You're right it was exactly what was to be expected," He agreed, and I felt a growl of anger, frustration, and pain rumble up my throat.
"You promised! In phoenix, you promised that you'd stay!" I shouted pleadingly, eyes wide as I beseeched him desperately.
"As long as that it was best for you." He interrupted to correct me, and I felt my face flush with anger.
"NO! This is about my soul isn't it?" I shouted furious, the words exploding out of me— somehow still sounding like a plea.
"Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care Edward! I don't care! You can have my soul, I don't want it without you; you can have it. It's yours already!" I cried, moving a step towards him.
"Bella I don't want you to come with me." Four little words. That's all it took. I don't want you. That's where my mind went blank. I couldn't comprehend at all he was saying.
"You…. don't…want… me?" I could barely get the words out of my mouth. They didn't make sense. I didn't want them to.
"No." At that one word, my world came crashing down.
"You're not good for me, Bella." my mind swirled, I didn't hear what else he said, there was the slightest brush of coldness against my forehead—and then he was gone.
I shook so hard my vision was blurred; I tried to follow him, but couldn't. Pain ripped through my chest as sobs tore themselves up my throat.
"Edward!" I shouted desperately, wishing for all the world that this was a nightmare—but I knew, without a doubt, that I was awake. I didn't want to be. I wanted to wake up from this terrible reality, to open my eyes and see his gold ones peering deeply into mine—but that would never happen. He was gone.
I fell to the forest floor and let the pain engulf me.
In the distance I heard the snuffling of a large animal, but I didn't care.
I reran Edward's words in my head:
I don't want you to come with me Bella.
You're no good for me.
Suddenly without my muscles telling me to do so I jumped up, (not falling for once) and legs stretching, I raced through the woods, as a heat built up inside my chest. My arms and legs began to shake, and suddenly, I fell to the ground with a cry of shocked pain as agony ripped through my limbs, landing on all fours, knees and arms being sliced open by the sharp rocks below.
I was terrified; I felt all my bones and muscles snap and reform, and an unbearable itchiness started as something forced its way through my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for it to stop—and then it did—so suddenly I let out a gasp, but seconds later a new kind of pain ripped through my body as an invisible knife ripped it's way through my skin. I let out a howl of pain, flinching into the forest floor, as the pain continued to trace it's agonizing way over my body.
Slowly, the pain abated to a dull ache, and I whimpered pathetically as I felt warm liquid oozing down past my eyes.
Opening my eyes slowly, I jerked backwards. Everything was crystal clear. Eyes wide, I turned my head this way and that, looking around. I looked down, and cocked my head in confusion.
Stretched out in front of my face, were two enormous furry, bloodied legs, ending in huge paws. I blinked, but they didn't disappear.
What the heck?
Gingerly, I started to get to my feet, pushing up with my arms—but instead the dog's legs moved, and I jumped up in shock.
I landed on four legs—wait what? I was much taller than I should be, and I felt dizzy. I again tried reaching out with my arm, but the crimson-stained paw moved, and caught off balance, I stumbled before regaining my footing.
I wonder if I hit my head on a rock or something… I thought, and then a delighted smile spread across my face. Yes! Let me have hit my head! That mean's this is all just a dream and Edward never left!
But then another thought came to me, one that horrified me.
But what if he did leave—and I've gone insane? What if I've always been insane and Edward never existed?
The thought was too much to bear, and I let out a panicked, heartbroken howl.
Somebody help me! Please!
That was when I heard a voice.
. . .