Revenant Paul Lahote

Chapter 8

Drinking cheap alcohol and smoking a cigarette, I slurred along to a song I probably just came up with. Hearing rustling I shift my weight on the boat to get a better look. Taking a small drag, I flick the ashes and call out. "Hello?" No response. Standing up to get a better look I try again, "Joe? Joe?" Still, nothing.

This is strange, I think to myself. Feeling a little flustered and very tipsy I start the boat. As the boat is pulling out something pulls it back in. Turning around there is an eerily beautiful woman in front of me. "Hello," I say with a little more confidence. Something crashes behind me. A man, also beautiful, with no clothing on his torso.

"Nice jacket." Half naked man speaks with a growing smirk.

"W-who are you?"

"Always the same questions. Who are you? What do you want? Why are you doing this?"

A darker skinned man flashes into the boat, "James, let's not play with our food."

Caylee gasped, sitting up quickly and clutching her chest, desperately trying to rid her fear out of her body. She had these dreams all the time, but never about these kinds of deaths. She was confused, questioning who those weird people were and why the guy that was going to try to kill Bella was there.

She got up quietly, tip toeing over to Gran's room where she poked her head through the door to see if she was okay.

"Come on in child, there's no use hiding in the doorway when it won't settle what's on your mind."

Gran was sitting in her rocking chair, looking out her window that was cracked open just enough to let the smell of rain filter in.

"I saw some weird things today," Caylee whispered. "Weirder than normal."

"It was only a matter of time before you did darlin'. But I sure am glad that I'm still here to see you start to find out." Weird things were Gran's specialty. Her gray hair was pulled into a braid and she seemed lost in thought, a small smile playing at her lips.

Before Caylee could speak again she interrupted.

"There are strange things in this world. Much stranger than you would have thought. Humans aren't the only monsters out there, and it seems there's a whole other world out there that you're destined to see. I knew as soon as you were born you were meant for something else. It was written in the ashes, whispered through flames. This plain ole' human life doesn't suit you."

"What does this mean Gran?" Caylee was beyond confused, the old lady's words not making any sense.

"Just you wait. I think you know,you just need to believe it. She knows you're coming, and believe me when I say they have been waiting a long time for someone like you."

At that, the woman fell asleep, her bottom lip jutting out and snores began to loudly protrude from her mouth.

The following day Caylee had to go and pick up a new prescription. It seemed useless, they never stopped the dreams and she certainly couldn't touch anyone. She didn't talk about the events that happened after the accident, and even Paul was left in the dark when it came to the full story.

The Forks hospital wasn't very full, which wasn't exactly surprising seeing as the town itself was small. Her old doctor was gone, left on an expedition to help kids in some other country. Ironic seeing as he was never very nice, and he especially didn't like children or teenagers.

"Caylee? You can come on in. My name is Dr. Carlisle Cullen, I believe they informed you that I'm your new doctor." He looked down at his clipboard and up at Caylee with a small smile.

To say he wasn't beautiful would be a lie, and despite the scary resemblance he shared to the people from her most recent dreams, she couldn't help but feel a sense of safety when in his presence.

She wanted to be weirded out, to express her discomfort but it seemed impossible. The only true thing that made him different from the strangers in her dream were his eyes. Unlike the bright red eyes they had his were golden, and held a sense of familiarity she couldn't quite place.

"Yes. I didn't realize my new doctor would be so... young?" She paused, trying to find the right words.

With a soft chuckle the man responded, "I can assure you I'm very good at what I do. It says here that you are due for a new prescription, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

She breathed in carefully, shaking her head.

"Have you been sleeping well since the last dosage? Any night terrors or anxiety?"

"I try to sleep a few hours. I usually only get three or four at the most. I get nightmares pretty frequently, and anxiety is something I've always had."

"Okay. Well the prescription I'm writing up should help with everything. I won't ask you to go into detail about the other stuff. Your paperwork has all I need."

The truth was she was just exhausted. Tired of the dreams and the feelings; the things she was forced to see. Tired of not being able to touch anyone. Especially her grandmother and best friend - knowing that if she did she would have to watch how they will die.

Forced to live in a state of unhappiness, all because of the accident she was meant to die in.