Twist of Intuition (Twilight: Emmett Cullen/OC)

Chapter 2

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Time held no meaning anymore. All that I was and all that I could feel was pain. The pain I felt when the blankets on the bed had lit up in flames was much similar to this. Why was I on that bed? I asked myself. I would have to think about that later because now my mind was preoccupied, I felt like I was being burned alive from the inside out. I wondered if I was in hell and what I had done to call for my being there; but I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest so I knew I was alive.

The pain left the tips of my fingers and my toes and slowly crept from my limbs until the pain concentrated on my heart making it even more painful with each beat going even faster than the previous. I could hear someone screaming and it wasn't until sometime later I realized that it was coming from me. I heard a deep laugh to the left of me and realized it was my tormentor who was laughing and had caused me to be in so much pain, was that laugh the laugh of the devil? I tried to stop myself from screaming and deny this man the obvious pleasure he was getting from my torment. The pain was too strong though and I could only stop screaming for a mere moment. I knew somewhere in the back of my head that screaming wouldn't help me but it did make me feel better. I tried taking my mind off of the pain and thought about my most happy memories.

I remembered my thirteenth birthday; my father had gotten me the silver bracket with, two purple moon stones. I had ogled over it at the jewelers every time I passed it. I could feel it now setting on my wrist, it didn't bring me the comfort I sought, the pressure on my right wrist only made the pain worse. The longer I dwelled on the memories the more I realized how fuzzy they were. In the memory my father's face was blank I tried picturing it even harder but I still could not piece together his face. I didn't remember what street I lived on, I barely remembered what I looked like. Thinking about this caused me more emotional pain than anything else so I made an effort to clear my mind, not difficult to do seeing as I couldn't remember much anyways. I wanted to believe my memory loss was only because of the pain I was feeling, but I knew this wasn't true.

How long Had I been like this, weeks? months? maybe years. The fire intensified in my heart burning hotter as it slowed down giving four last beats...thump...thump...thump...thump. It stopped and the pain was gone; a long with my pulse.

I waited for my mind to go blank and death to take its hold but it never came. Instead my ears perked up and I could hear the sounds of birds chirping above me. I realized I wasn't breathing so I took a deep breath and smelt the stronger than usual scent of pine trees and something sweet around me. I opened my eyes and could hardly believe what I was seeing. I could pick out every single detail around me, everything was crisper, cleaner. I could make out the patterns the bark had on the trees, The green moss climbing up the tree was even more vibrant than anything I had seen before. I stood up faster than I thought possible and walked over to it gently putting my fingers over it to make sure it was real.

"Amazing..." Whispered a beautifully soft, sweet musical voice that took me a moment to figure out was mine... My voice hasn't always sounded like that did it?

Something moved behind me and I whipped around to see a man I hadn't noticed until now. He looked familiar but I wasn't sure how I knew him. He was simply beautiful, not handsome but beautiful, like a god. It was then that I realized I felt a strong attraction to this man, not love but lust, the sweet scent I had smelled earlier was coming from him and I adored it.

"Yes, You are amazing. Even more beautiful than I thought you would be." The man said in an eerily familiar voice that reminded me of velvet.

Staring. at the man, neither of us moved. I studied every inch of him from head to toe, soft brown hair short but not a single hair was out-of-place. Deep startling red eyes that looked me up and down with an emotion in them I could not identify.