Setting Sun (Sequel to Newborn)

Preface-Homecoming

              Happy June you guys! I'm back with the sequel...*fangirl sqeal* I'm so excited for everyone to read it, so I'll stop wasting your time so you can! I hope you like it(:

 Preface:

              The storm began to pass quickly. Howling wind subsided into a small whistle of the trees hitting against each other. The booming thunder had turned into silent moans every-now-and-again. The Cullen’s house was quiet, for none of the family was home. The halls waited patiently for the sounds of the family. While the front door anxiously awaited being opened to reveal them.

                Two vampires of the family, who had not gone with the always joyous Cullens for a baseball game, remained silent upstairs in the furthest room.  One of those vampires was me. The other was Jasper. Happiness had flew threw me as soon as he pulled me in for the one embrace I had been yearning for since the day I had left more than five years ago.

It had seemed like a good idea, me leaving. But as the days went by, my heart had proven just how broken my life had become without my love. Ignorant of what to do with myself for those first few months, I crawled into a cave on the east side of Canada somewhere and sobbed. Nothing computed with my mind and I was certain I was slowly losing my mind. Finally, my thirst drove me insane until I ran out of the cave screaming and killed the first thing I saw. Thankfully, it was nothing but a small elk that had wondered from its herd. Well, let’s just say, the heard wasn’t far behind to join it to wherever dead elks go.

After that, I wondered around the United States for about a year. I never settled for long, and refused to drink human blood. Then, I was sure Jasper would be proud of me for restraining myself from the temptation. That was one of the only things that kept me going. Making him proud, even if he wouldn't hear about what I had done for him.

My feet soon had me making my way through Oregon and closer to Washington with each step. I got to the sign that greeted me for making it to my home state. It took every ounce of strength I had in my being to turn around. I nearly ran for my beloved family, but I hauled ass out of there and wound up in Mexico. So what does a girl do in Mexico? She goes to the beach. I stayed at me and Jasper’s beach for the remaining years, just sitting and occasionally going into a nearby town to test my resistance and to buy new pencils and sketch books. That’s all I did. I drew. Mostly landscapes of what I saw. Sometimes I drew Jasper, but that always ended up with me crying tearlessly into the sand.

I recalled what sent me running back here like the coward I am. I was just sitting on the beach drawing, when I smelt humans approaching. There were trees and shrubs nearby, so I hid behind them to resist I being caught out in the sunlight. After a few minutes, I saw a couple walking hand-in-hand down the beautiful coast. Anger bubbled inside of me when I saw them enjoying our beach, but turned to sadness when I knew it wouldn’t change anything. They came closer and their happiness in each other’s company had my broken heart shutter in forgotten pain. I wanted that. I wanted to hold someone. I wanted to be held by someone. I wanted to know someone loved me. I wanted Jasper. I needed that. I needed Jasper.

And so, after collecting my many sketch books into a new bag to hold them, I ran across the country as fast as I could. Though I was no longer a newborn, I was still fast. In less than four days, I was running through the town of Forks, Washington in the pouring rain and the sound of thunder echoing loudly in the background.

And here I was, five years later, in the arms of an angle. I told him my story of where I have been in a whisper against his hard chest. Once I finished, we stayed silent and sudden anxiety went through me. Was he upset? Or was he mad at me?