Thunder Strikes

A year later, Edward and Melody are trying to keep their quite new relationship last. Unfortunately a few somebody's are getting in their way, tensing them up. In times of stress, fear, Joy and promises, the young couple needs to raise two toddlers and learn to be honest to themselves and each other.
And while Edward is distant for reasons Melody is not aware of a new attacker who is waiting for the right time to bite.

Will their bond be strong enough to survive? Or will the someone be able to break it?

Thunder Strikes is a sequel to Starless Sky and Moon Girl.

Get bitten and tag along!



This story is RATED 18+ / NC-17 which means the following:

- sex
- violence
- angst
- cursing


13. Thunder 12

After talking to Charlie, Bella announced our food was here. Charlie immediately left the living room and went into the kitchen. I felt a tiny sting of guilt hit my nerves. It wasn’t really fair of me to say that. It was something he knew way too good and it was very hard for him to deal with it. 
Charlie was trying to make a decision, a decision that made me want to stop him right away. But the little girl in me, that needed her father to stay alive, was selfish enough to let him think through it, weigh his options. 
I let out a deep sigh, shook my head and went for the kitchen now too. I opened the door and the sweet smell of Foe yong Hai, evaded my nose. When I’d reached my chair and sat down onto it, I felt enormously awkward because of the silence while we ate. Normally we’d speak about the normal stuff during dinner, but not tonight. I looked sideways to Charlie, who was acting like my last comment didn’t matter. But I knew it did. 
‘Dad?’ Bella started after we finished the food. I started cleaning off the table just to have to do something ,’So….can I go to Jake tonight?’ 
I tensed up while loading the dishes in the dishwasher. I was curious what he might say, because it would only be fair if I could see Edward tonight then. Over here. Of course I was going to see him this evening, but he hadn’t entered Charlie’s home for almost over a year. Thinking about the amount of time that had passed and that I was grounded made me still find it ridiculous. 

‘Sure Bells, you can. Be home at eleven, exactly. No time lapse.’ He answered gruffly, reaching for the newspaper he’d stopped reading with before our ‘fantastic’ talk. Bella bumped her fist in the air, as in celebrating the confirmation. I just huffed – Charlie probably wouldn’t let Edward come here earlier. 
I was still angry at him and hurt, but if we wanted to make things work, we shouldn’t go ignoring each other. So when I finished doing the dishes, I created the courage to try and ask Charlie if Edward could get here earlier than usual. I took a tentatively step towards him, my fingers fidgeting with the loops of my jeans, and cleared my throat softly, distracting him from the article he was reading. His brown eyes looked at me, his mustache set in a chagrined stance. 

‘Uhm…well, since Bella can go and see Jake, it would be really great if you’ll give me permission to let Edward get here earlier than usual?’ I bit my lower lip, awaiting his response. The deep sigh of irritation didn’t go unnoticed by me. ‘You know I don’t like him….’ Charlie started, which started to anger me again. shouldn’t it be my choice to choose whom I love? He never had problems with Chris, Layla and Adam. And they weren’t saints in their pasts either. 
‘Dad, he’s the father of my children! And I am his mate.’ I said lowly with my jaw tight. Charlie rolled his eyes ,’Well that’s the point.’ He mumbled. 
‘Excuse me?’ I asked, my jaw still snapped together. My dad dropped the newspaper to the table, ‘Come on, Melodiana, I know damn well you heard me! don’t worry, call the guy let him be here but don’t try to ruin my evening.’ He snapped, standing up from the chair to prepare himself coffee. I crossed my arms, thinking that he was acting extremely rude. I waited for more ‘buts’ and argues, but he didn’t speak again. I shook my head and left the room, going upstairs to find my IPhone and dial his number. I didn’t have to wait long before he picked up, ‘Melody?’ 

I felt a small smile spread my lips, but in the meantime I swallowed thickly. ‘Hey…I wanted to ask if you wanted to stop by earlier than usual….if you want to talk to me again.’ I whispered, shuffling through my bedroom. 
‘Off course I want to talk to you, love. I have...I’m sorry for what I said earlier and how I reacted. I know I promised you to change it. I guess I didn’t realize you felt oppressed. I truly am sorry.’ He was talking softly through the phone, seeming relaxed somewhat. 
‘It’s okay I think. Just…talk to me. like we used to do – you know that it worked the best back then. And I’m aware of everything changing, but don’t they say that love conquers all? Even the worst things in life?’ I whispered back, sitting down on my bed. 
‘You’re right. And my love for you would never stop. Not even if I’d be turned into ash.’ He murmured. Before I could stop him from going to dark brooding stuff, he spoke again.
‘What time do you expect me though? I’m just getting into the car.’ 
‘Oh well, now is fine. Charlie didn’t really say when actually…’ I mused, rubbing my eyes. Edward hummed on the other side of the line. ‘I’ll be there in ten minutes.’ He announced before telling me he loved me and closing the line. I dropped my phone on the mattress where I was sitting on and sighed, but one of content this time. Perhaps everything would fall into place sooner than I expected. 

I went back downstairs again to make myself a mug of hot chocolate, when Charlie was in the kitchen again. I turned around when I heard the alarm in his mind.
‘Dad, what’s wrong?’ I asked with a worrying frown. His facial expression was one of pure anxiousness. 
‘We’ll have to make some changes again.’ he said, opening the newspaper from earlier and spreading it out on the table. I was still confused about what he meant when I saw the title of the article he was pointing at, in thick, black letters. 


I gasped, quickly scanning the article. Seattle was being plagued by rows of murders. I saw the names of the teenagers who’d been missing or already killed and my heart constricted. Raven and Blaze lived there.
‘They have to leave Seattle Melody. I don’t want them living so close to crime. I know they’re all stronger than any human, but the kids are not.’ Charlie stated, pinching the bridge of his nose. 
‘But how? the old forester house near the river is practically ready but how do we manage it?’ I asked. How in the world, were we going to stay discrete within the city borders of Forks and worse even – the Quileute’s and the Volturi? 
‘Your siblings would blend in easily – they can keep their jobs or have another one close. Maybe Denim, Faith and Alana could go to High School with you and Bella. they’ll be covered. Bella already knows they’re your siblings and thinks the kids are adopted.’ Charlie came u with a plan, one I was starting to like, knowing what was coming next. 
‘You might not like it, but we can try and let the town think Raven and Blaze are adopted by Layla and Skye. And so we will have less secrets and keep them close here.’ 
I now understood why my father was a cop. He was quick with finding a solution, one where the most of us would feel comfortable and happy with. Raven and Blaze would live here, close to me and Edward. And we wouldn’t have to go on secret visits anymore, yet the biggest secret would stay under wraps. I smiled, despite the situation that caused this plan to come up. Danger wasn’t yet coming to us, but preventing it would be better than waiting for the bite. 
‘This might just work out much better. And it will be easier for the future too.’ I told him, seeing Charlie smile for the first time in a while. 
‘I’ll call Scarlett to let her know. Discuss it with het tonight alright? I’ll tell Bella when you and Smartward are in Seattle and then we can get started with the move.’ he called from over his shoulder, leaving the kitchen to make the phone call. 

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