The Shadow and The Seer (Jasper x Alice fanfic)

15. The Big Bad Wolf

Hey everybody, I'm so happy that I've been so productive writing lately! I just started an original story that needs some more work before I post, but it's still so fun (it's based off of OCs from my other Paul/Bella fic)

How do you like the new cover? My friend worked really hard on it and it's so pretty in my opinion!
Thank you for reading!
-rednight73

Chapter song- Swing, Swing by The All American Rejects
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Bella blinked her eyes and very gradually woke up. Her head pounded from staying up so late from watching Dr. Stone, and she was relieved when she saw she'd actually gotten up before noon.

   Forks was turning into a halfway decent place to live. The students weren't as aggressive as others had been in past, though she expected that Jasper had been working some of his mojo to make that happen, and Angela was turning into one of her favorite people. Mary was looking at Fork's cheerleading program which was a miracle all in itself with how much they had bounced around from school to school. She had a vintage old truck to look after and Rosalie had started inviting her to garage sessions.

   It was the happiest Bella had ever been.

Go into the woods. Bella jumped at the unexpected words but slowly looked to the side of her bed. A dark-haired girl stood over her with a solemn expression. Like some ghosts, her features were incredibly blurred as though even the ghost herself had forgotten what she had looked like in life.

"Why should I?" She asked, knowing that some ghosts tried to trick her into re-enacting their deaths.

A breather needs you. I promise that no harm will come to you. The ghost then disappeared. Bella's eyebrow twitched at the use of word 'breather' as it was typically used in a derogatory fashion towards living people, but she took a deep breath and considered the order seriously.

Never before had a ghost promised her anything. Despite how little she normally trusted a ghost, she had a feeling that she should still follow the directions of this one. "Shit." She grabbed her jacket and pocketknife.

   The thought of bringing Mary with her occurred, but she didn't want to scare away whoever she was supposed to help. Her sister could be so loud sometimes.

Just as she began to leave her room, a feeling of paranoia hit her. "Ugh." She also pocketed her pepper spray. She shuffled out of the house after lacing up her boots.

The bristles of the first meters of the woods scratched her lightly and the shoulders of her jacket got damp from the leaves. Her boots sunk into the soft, wet ground. Fucking Forks. It was pure luck that it wasn't raining now.

   "Hello?" Bella called out even as a shiver ran through her spine. She looked at her feet and sighed in defeat. She'd never told anyone this aspect of her ability, but she always knew if a corpse was beneath her feet. "It's a breather." She reminded herself stubbornly.

   She kept walking.

   Weak sunlight filtered in lovely circles around her as she continued to stomp through the woods. An odd pull seemed to direct her actions and it took all of her will to not fight the compulsion. This was important. "Anybody here?"

A low whine, so faint it was almost below her hearing, sounded off. An injured dog? She thought deeply and realized a breather didn't always typically mean a human.

"I'm coming, doggie!" She called out. The whining increased as though the poor puppy had heard her. She followed the sounds for almost fifteen minutes, playing an odd version of Marco Polo with the animal.