Purple Sky by A. Teller (reading a book TXT) š
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āAlice, who was there? Was it just Jasper?ā I asked slowly. She shook were head swiftly.
āWhat did they look like?ā I asked.
āSheā¦hadā¦red hair and eyes. Andā¦and she wasā¦smiling rightā¦at me,ā Alice choked out. Her voice was cracking. It was as though someone was invisibly strangling her.
āKila,ā I whispered.
Alice lurched up. āYou know her?ā she asked. Her voice was stronger now. Her eyes went from dull and lifeless, to bright and almost smoldering at me. Like Iād betrayed herā¦
āShe attacked me... I know who she is,ā I informed Alice. I restrained my voice when I noted the small amount of hostility. I suddenly felt like I really had venom-coated teeth, and my words were meaner then I intended them to be. Alice was in too much pain for me to be cruel to her.
Aliceās eyes dulled down, and I moved closer to her. Comforting was a strong suit, Iāll admit that. Her eyes were empty. My best friend was gone, replaced by a hollow look-alike. āNess, donāt get hurt,ā she whispered. Her songbird voice was gone.
I nodded, silently hugged her, and walked out to Jacob. She was so petrified for Jasper; she couldnāt even hug me back. I ran to Jake, who was waiting. I couldnāt tell who he was waiting for, me or someone else. He was staring into the forest, trying to hear beyond the trees. Nothing. I walked up, feeling defeated even though nothing had challenged me. Jake was concerned, but he kept quiet. I hoped on his back, and we were off. Sure, I could be running. But me and Jake had special bonding times. Even if they were short. I remember being a kid and riding on his back almost everywhere, just because I wanted to. Being so close to Jake in his wolf form made me feel like I was part of both his worlds.
I felt his russet fur under my fingers. I could feel his tense muscles underneath the fur, which stretched back and forth, as he ran. He followed Bella and Edwardās scents carefully, making sure we stayed on course. We were behind by about two minutes, and we needed to hurry. Two minutes in normal time goes by much faster in vampire time.
We found an empty clearing. There was quite a scene waiting for us. Jasper was lying on the ground, his head resting in Bellaās lap. There was a giant pile of boulders behind them, and we could hear rustled and stumbling behind the pile. Jake let me down as I raced to Jasper. Vampires were never still, unless they wereā¦well, I donāt want to think about it.
Bella held Jasperās head steady. His eyes were staring, straight into the air. She looked up at me in a frown, and her eyes were silently sobbing, thought her face remained tearless. Vampires couldnāt cry. Jasperās head was cracked from the top to the side of his forehead. It was healing slowly. The only way to injure a vampire is by hitting them so hard their skin cracks like stone. When it happens, the vampire is paralyzed, unable to move until the crack healed. This process could take minutes, or hours. As we stared down at Jasper, paralyzed, Bella took my shoulder.
āHelp Edward,ā she whispered. I couldnāt tell if it was an order, or a cry for Edward.
Suddenly, a boulder tipped over. Something from the other side of it had knocked it down from the pile. I stood up, punching the boulder into pieces seconds before it hit us. Jacob had run around the pile of rocks that was still hiding the violent scene. I heard an āUff!ā from Edward, and I feared he was hurt. I ran over the boulders faster than Iāve ever tried. Jake was suddenly smacked in the muzzle as I came, flying passed the rocks to the ground. I landed with a loud thud, but unharmed, fuming.
And there she was. Kila, just as Iād suspected. She stood with her arm in the air. She had pushed Jacob too easily to care about his existence. But he just snarled, and his padded paws thudded on the ground as he rose. He bolted, running for her throat. Edward was trying to grab her face, but she kept shoving him yards away. Like he was a simple human. Thatās when I saw her eyes. Bright red. Too red to be an older vampire. Even those who drink human blood have more dark red eyes then bright red. She had to be a newborn. Especially with the way she fought so easily. Her newborn strength surpassed all of us.
I was done. I was done with this vampire who continued to haunt me like a ghost. She had gone too far, attacking my family. My Jacob. And why? To know what I was? To try and destroy a whole coven, eight (and a half) strong? She was overestimating herself. Even one vampire couldnāt destroy all of us. Weād proved that so many times. And you wouldnāt need to prove that to someone who had common sense. But to a girl with no hope, with no mate or family or home, I suppose being killed by a coven is better than going all the way to Voltara, just to be denied the death you begged for.
I ran up a spruce tree, climbing and clawing up the trunk. The bark seemed to strip away willingly as I climbed. It motivated me to think that Kila was standing at the top of the tree, waiting. I reached one of the top branches. I felt the tree sway a little as I crouched. I looked down to Kila. She was holding Jakeās ears back as he snapped at her face. Her expression was intense and animal-like. More than Jake, who technically was one right now. Just as she threw Jake away a sudden rumble of vibrations shook my throat. An angry growl erupted, and it felt like my eyes were suddenly snake-like, even though I didnāt have a mirror to see them. I jumped, positioning my feet to my target. Her face.
Kila looked up at the exact second I landed. My shoes hit her face. Hard. My legs and feet shook, then they ached. But I ignored the pain and landed, one leg extended, the other crouched, ready to spring in case she attacked me. But as I crouched there, I recapped. When I hit her face, I felt a pop beneath my feet. Like I caused a sidewalk crack. I looked up, still breathing heavily. Jake was lying on the ground, whining. I wanted to run to him. But I stood my ground, making sure Kila wouldnāt take another step. Edward stood defensively to Jakeās left side. I pretended it was to defend Jacob, but I knew it was just the spot he ended up in, and nothing more. Edward wouldnāt defend Jake. Jacob had to take care of himself, in Edwardās presence at least.
Kila stood where she was, but she was wide eyed and frozen. I realized what Iād left. A huge crack that trailed from her head to the bottom of her nose. She fell back, landing like a fallen marble pillar. Jake moved to his feet, ears flattened, still whining. He limped over to me as Edward cautiously moved toward the Kilaās frozen figure. Her face was trapped in the same expression as when I hit her. I fell to my knees, holding up Jacobās paw. His paw was rough and padded, but swollen. I felt the bone delicately, moving over his wrist and toes. He winced every now and then, which gave me a better indicator of how he was hurt.
āSheās stunned. Nessieā¦ā Edward warned. Jake shoved my face into his chest, and I held on to a tuft of his fur. The grinding, breaking sound of Kilaās joints made me grip Jake tighter. His muzzle came down over my back, trying his best to comfort me. After it was done, Edward threw a lighter onto Kilaās remains, and it ignited against her clothes. I sighed, and continued seeing about Jakeās paw. I thought his wrist was broken, but no permanent damage had taken place. Carlisle was a good teacher.
āCome on, letās get Jasper home.ā
Edward ran to Bella, but I helped Jake around the boulders. It would be painful, the ankle healing, only to have it re-broken later. His limp was heavy, but I kept him steady all the way home. We got home, the sky indicating that even though weād only been gone a few minutes, it had to have been at least seven in the evening.. Jake phased back, but his hand was still killing him. We got Jasper, who was still frozen, inside and placed him on the couch. Alice almost burst into tearless sobbing if Esme hadnāt been there to comfort her. Carlisle assessed Jakeās hand.
I walked outside, placing my hands on the railing of the porch. I stared down the hill, across the river into the darkness. Snow covered the ground in a thin layer, and the trees were decorated with ice sickles. No matter how beautiful this scene was, I saw fire. Fire destroying the delicate ice. Fire destroying the snow lined river. But I realized that this fire only raged in my eyes. It was my eyes that were burning everything to the ground. The only thing I could think of to put out the fire was cry. I felt the freezing, almost comforting tears fall from my face. They landed in the snow, freezing instantly. My hair was twirled by the wind as I breathed heavily. Soaking in the smells of my family. Sandalwood, rosebuds, seawater, cotton. And cinnamon. How could this one girl, that was destroyed, make me reflect this way? Why had the feeling of loss suddenly flare up in me? I hadnāt lost anyone. And yet, a sudden pain overwhelmed my senses. I shivered, not knowing if it meant I was cold or if I was scared. The shake brought Bella to my side.
āJasperās going to be fine. Heāll be up in an hour or two.ā
I nodded, trying to give my mom a glimmer of approval in her words. I couldnāt.
āBut thatās not why your upset, is it?ā Bella asked rhetorically.
I held my breath, contemplating my story. I didnāt even know what or why I was upset. The words what and why flashed through my head in all forms, in all sizes of font and color.
āItās just Christmas. You know, the thankful, fuzzy feeling you get,ā I implied. She looked at me, skeptical.
āI know the thankful fuzzy feeling. I felt it this morning, and this afternoon. But you donāt feel it now. Neither do I,ā she assured.
āMom,ā I began, āJasperās going to be okay, Jakeās fine. Butā¦why did sheā¦ā I choked, but reassembled myself. āWhat was her goal and why was sheā¦ā I stopped. I couldnāt even formulate words. Wherever the now dead Kila was now, it was too good for her.
āCarlisle and Jake were talking. Jakeās going to be round the clock, working with Sam. And weāre going to be watching. Alice is going to look.ā
I froze.
āMom,ā I whispered. āIs there more?ā
āJacob didnāt tell you. He didnāt want to scare you.ā She looked out into the frozen, quiet night, trying not to mean my gaze of anger. She was smart. My eyes burned. Jacob didnāt tell me?
āWhat?ā I hissed, trying not to set my tough on fire.
āJacobās pack caught at least three different scents on their patrol. They chased at least three vampires off their land.ā
I suddenly found myself thinking of Seth. Of how he had been hurt. My eyes practically bulged out of my head when the thought came to me. Was Kila involved in Sethās attack? I sucked my eyes back in, looking to Bella to see if she had seen. She was looking into the darkness.
āThree,ā I choked.
āTwo males, one female. Red hairā¦ā Bella shuddered at those last words. āThey keep coming back. We donāt know
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