Guarding the Angel
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: Teen -- eventual M
Pairings: All canon
Comments: Well, I was a little turned off by this story for a while, so I stopped writing. But I was doodling a scene in class, and I was hit with my love again. Hm.
[ Previously in Chapter 1]
Chapter Two
Into a Coma (AKA Distant in a Trance)
It was so incredibly quick, this moment that had just passed my eyes; there was no way it could have been real. As pleasant as it was, I knew it had to have been a dream from the possible nap I just took. I knew I had to shake the brilliantly green-eyed man from my memory. I stretched and tried in vain hope.
Since I was up, I decided I'd pack. It was still early in the night anyway to sleep. After unpacking, I checked on Charlie, who was getting ready to go to bed, and decided to follow suit. However tempted as I was to explore my new home, I knew I needed a shower, for both my hygiene and relaxation. I was right when I figured the warmth of the water would be welcomed. I must have stood there for a good five minutes, soaking it all in. Coming out of my trance, I barely took a step back, but even that made me slip to the floor. I barely had enough time to grab hold of the shower bar, but I could feel the effects of the fall on my bottom and thigh. I let my legs relax from all the wobbling. After that little stunt, I figured I should hurry up my shower. I had limits to these things, you know, or at least, I tried to keep limits.
By the time I was back in my room, I felt so awake and alive. Perhaps my little nap earlier had rejuvenated me, because all I knew was that I felt the need to be up and about. I ended up unpacking all my things, all the while exploring my new room, and found various things. The computer, as I had noted earlier, was incredibly old and I found that the internet was as slow as how it looked. I mentally cringed, noting that I shouldn't use it that often. I found that the rocking chair had also been there since I was a baby. Like earlier, I felt that sting of awkwardness for my father. My search didn't give me anything else, other than a few old photos, a neat little hand carved box, and a small stash of books underneath the dresser, for which I was grateful for. That way, I wouldn't have to go to any bookstore. Though, I soon grew bored, and decided I should sleep when it started to inch toward midnight.
And I had laid there in my new bed, expecting to feel the same comfort I did earlier... but it never came. I tossed and turned, feeling restless. After a while of that routine, I glanced at the clock. Almost two in the morning. I groaned, and decided to get up. The cold floor surprised me, and I jumped back, almost hitting my head on the wall. Great, Forks was proving to be really helpful for my health. I didn't get nearly this many injuries in a span of a few hours in Phoenix. I shook the thought off, knowing what would come if I were to dwell on the idea.
I glanced around my room, and then went to the window. Everything looked peaceful outside. Not nearly as dreadful as it was a few hours ago. Suddenly feeling a rare emotion of spontaneity, I threw on some long socks and a coat. After a moment of brief thinking, I grabbed a bag and put in a flashlight and my cell phone. I made my way out my door, and glanced waywardly to my father's room's direction. Oh, he wouldn't notice, I mused.
I silently made my way to the front door, all the while this twinge of guilt hitting me. I was annoyed with it, actually. This guilt was just part of the old Bella, the safe Bella, but that Bella was already long gone in Phoenix. I came here with a challenge, and I knew I had to uphold that challenge. Besides, I had a cell phone.
Grinning, I took the final step out the door. There, I had ignored the guilt. It was really dark outside, so I took out the flashlight, making sure to look all around me as I turned it on. I felt such a thrill. I had never done anything like this, really, so I was reveling in this newfound excitement. But that annoying guilt wouldn't go away.
Still I had ignored it as I walked around my new home, scaling it. Decent, and friendly, but decent and friendly wasn't what I was looking for. I didn't have to think about it as I started to take a step into the woods. The trees surrounded me, but I knew that as long as I could see the house, I'd be fine. The guilt was growing, like a beast now, growling for me to go back.
I didn't care for the beast in my mind. The beast would have to wait. So I tested my limits with this conscience, and went deeper in the woods. At some point I tripped briefly, and I heard that beast in my mind growl lowly at it. I almost had to laugh; my conscience was growling! I guess it had to, since I brainwashed it my whole life to follow the rules. But no more. This beast would have to get used to the new rules: I can do whatever I want!
Though, as I kept walking, paranoia started to build up in me. I was far away from the house now, and it was too dark to remember exactly how I arrived here. And wildlife! The thought of bears or wolves or even lions finding me here crossed my mind. I started to panic. As my panic grew, so did the growling in my mind. Suddenly the growling didn't sound so amusing.
Then I heard it. A clear voice, in my head though, said one thing: "Bella". The voice was so soothing, almost like velvet, and I almost forgot that I hated my name being said after so many times. The voice was too perfect. I felt safety wash over me.
But not for long, since I heard the growling once more, louder than before, and it was leaving a ringing in my ears. The voice again said, "Bella!" I snapped out of my trance as the growling came back.
"Shut up," I clearly said to the growling, and all was quiet again.
Now that the growling was gone, I felt a wave of confidence and relief. I think that was enough excitement for the night. I made my way back to the house with the little I knew of where I came from. I felt a twinge of nervousness as I thought of getting lost, but I was able to find my way back. I never thought I would be so happy to see this house. When I went in to sleep, I noted the time. 3 o'clock. Wonderful, I was out there for nearly an hour.
Well, it was worth it... somewhat. I was now tired from my excursion. So there was the idea of sleep. But I knew it was the velvet voice in my head that I really enjoyed. I had no idea how my imagination could conjure up such a beauty, but it was absolutely worth any faux danger. I shivered thinking about the growling. What the heck was that? How could I ever think of such a growl? Why hadn't I let my conscience coax me out of walking into the woods?
...And amidst my thinking, I fell asleep.
[ Continue to Chapter 3]
Rating: Teen -- eventual M
Pairings: All canon
Comments: Well, I was a little turned off by this story for a while, so I stopped writing. But I was doodling a scene in class, and I was hit with my love again. Hm.
[ Previously in Chapter 1]
Chapter Two
Into a Coma (AKA Distant in a Trance)
It was so incredibly quick, this moment that had just passed my eyes; there was no way it could have been real. As pleasant as it was, I knew it had to have been a dream from the possible nap I just took. I knew I had to shake the brilliantly green-eyed man from my memory. I stretched and tried in vain hope.
Since I was up, I decided I'd pack. It was still early in the night anyway to sleep. After unpacking, I checked on Charlie, who was getting ready to go to bed, and decided to follow suit. However tempted as I was to explore my new home, I knew I needed a shower, for both my hygiene and relaxation. I was right when I figured the warmth of the water would be welcomed. I must have stood there for a good five minutes, soaking it all in. Coming out of my trance, I barely took a step back, but even that made me slip to the floor. I barely had enough time to grab hold of the shower bar, but I could feel the effects of the fall on my bottom and thigh. I let my legs relax from all the wobbling. After that little stunt, I figured I should hurry up my shower. I had limits to these things, you know, or at least, I tried to keep limits.
By the time I was back in my room, I felt so awake and alive. Perhaps my little nap earlier had rejuvenated me, because all I knew was that I felt the need to be up and about. I ended up unpacking all my things, all the while exploring my new room, and found various things. The computer, as I had noted earlier, was incredibly old and I found that the internet was as slow as how it looked. I mentally cringed, noting that I shouldn't use it that often. I found that the rocking chair had also been there since I was a baby. Like earlier, I felt that sting of awkwardness for my father. My search didn't give me anything else, other than a few old photos, a neat little hand carved box, and a small stash of books underneath the dresser, for which I was grateful for. That way, I wouldn't have to go to any bookstore. Though, I soon grew bored, and decided I should sleep when it started to inch toward midnight.
And I had laid there in my new bed, expecting to feel the same comfort I did earlier... but it never came. I tossed and turned, feeling restless. After a while of that routine, I glanced at the clock. Almost two in the morning. I groaned, and decided to get up. The cold floor surprised me, and I jumped back, almost hitting my head on the wall. Great, Forks was proving to be really helpful for my health. I didn't get nearly this many injuries in a span of a few hours in Phoenix. I shook the thought off, knowing what would come if I were to dwell on the idea.
I glanced around my room, and then went to the window. Everything looked peaceful outside. Not nearly as dreadful as it was a few hours ago. Suddenly feeling a rare emotion of spontaneity, I threw on some long socks and a coat. After a moment of brief thinking, I grabbed a bag and put in a flashlight and my cell phone. I made my way out my door, and glanced waywardly to my father's room's direction. Oh, he wouldn't notice, I mused.
I silently made my way to the front door, all the while this twinge of guilt hitting me. I was annoyed with it, actually. This guilt was just part of the old Bella, the safe Bella, but that Bella was already long gone in Phoenix. I came here with a challenge, and I knew I had to uphold that challenge. Besides, I had a cell phone.
Grinning, I took the final step out the door. There, I had ignored the guilt. It was really dark outside, so I took out the flashlight, making sure to look all around me as I turned it on. I felt such a thrill. I had never done anything like this, really, so I was reveling in this newfound excitement. But that annoying guilt wouldn't go away.
Still I had ignored it as I walked around my new home, scaling it. Decent, and friendly, but decent and friendly wasn't what I was looking for. I didn't have to think about it as I started to take a step into the woods. The trees surrounded me, but I knew that as long as I could see the house, I'd be fine. The guilt was growing, like a beast now, growling for me to go back.
I didn't care for the beast in my mind. The beast would have to wait. So I tested my limits with this conscience, and went deeper in the woods. At some point I tripped briefly, and I heard that beast in my mind growl lowly at it. I almost had to laugh; my conscience was growling! I guess it had to, since I brainwashed it my whole life to follow the rules. But no more. This beast would have to get used to the new rules: I can do whatever I want!
Though, as I kept walking, paranoia started to build up in me. I was far away from the house now, and it was too dark to remember exactly how I arrived here. And wildlife! The thought of bears or wolves or even lions finding me here crossed my mind. I started to panic. As my panic grew, so did the growling in my mind. Suddenly the growling didn't sound so amusing.
Then I heard it. A clear voice, in my head though, said one thing: "Bella". The voice was so soothing, almost like velvet, and I almost forgot that I hated my name being said after so many times. The voice was too perfect. I felt safety wash over me.
But not for long, since I heard the growling once more, louder than before, and it was leaving a ringing in my ears. The voice again said, "Bella!" I snapped out of my trance as the growling came back.
"Shut up," I clearly said to the growling, and all was quiet again.
Now that the growling was gone, I felt a wave of confidence and relief. I think that was enough excitement for the night. I made my way back to the house with the little I knew of where I came from. I felt a twinge of nervousness as I thought of getting lost, but I was able to find my way back. I never thought I would be so happy to see this house. When I went in to sleep, I noted the time. 3 o'clock. Wonderful, I was out there for nearly an hour.
Well, it was worth it... somewhat. I was now tired from my excursion. So there was the idea of sleep. But I knew it was the velvet voice in my head that I really enjoyed. I had no idea how my imagination could conjure up such a beauty, but it was absolutely worth any faux danger. I shivered thinking about the growling. What the heck was that? How could I ever think of such a growl? Why hadn't I let my conscience coax me out of walking into the woods?
...And amidst my thinking, I fell asleep.
[ Continue to Chapter 3]