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


38. Thunder 37

<span style='font-family: "Times,";' georgia,="" serif;"="">I stay to chat with my son and Scarlett for a little while longer and see it’s nearing dinnertime for the humans. It’s time for me to go, searching for Melody at Charlie’s but I want to see Blaze before I leave. When Scarlett told me they were making photos in the woods I got a little tense. Raven was with Chris earlier and later in the backyard where Scarlett could easily oversee him. Blaze and Skye were all alone and Victoria could be out there somewhere. Alice hasn’t really said she’s already here, but she must be close.
Scarlett assured me though that Skye could take of herself and Blaze good enough.
While I anxiously wait, I hear the front door open en close after a few people entered. Feet hit the wooden flooring on their way to the kitchen where Scarlett is setting up ingredients to cook.

I first see Nathan come in, who’s been working in music studios in Seattle. He greets me by patting my shoulder and then goes upstairs. His wife, Layla follows having had a long day at the bakery. She had her own in Los Angeles but had to give it up. I believe she’s trying to set up a new one here in Forks, but in the meantime she’s a help at the local bakery. She too goes upstairs, following her husband.
Even though the Swan’s moved here to get away from the danger, Chris, Nathan and Skye insisted they should keep working there. Nathan used the argument that this Victoria doesn’t know them and that vampires don’t scare them off.
I still wait for Skye and Blaze to return, while Scarlett prepares dinner. It smells good to me, which is surprising – food had been appalling to me for over eighty years. And now I enjoy the smell of simmering meat in a pan and the fresh essence of salad with tomatoes and cheese. I probably should ask Carlisle about this change in taste.

“Adam’s on the late night shift?” I ask my sister-in-law. She nods while cutting tomatoes in small pieces, ”Yes, the night shift actually. He left this afternoon. I told him he shouldn’t take two shifts, but he refuses to listen.” She’s shaking her head.
“He’s a psychologist….what does he do during a night shift?” I ask her, faintly hearing laughter and footsteps on grass.
Scarlett moves to pick a bowl out of one of the cabinets, ”Sometime she takes over someone else’s shift. He’s got a lot of degrees, just like Carlisle, so that’s no problem. I believe he’s doing the emergency calls tonight.”
“Daddy, Blaze is home!” I hear Raven call out from the living room where he’s watching TV. I smile, now hearing the footsteps coming closer to the front door.

I get up from the chair I was sitting on and stroll to the door at a human pace. It opens and the bronze-haired toddler looks a little bewildered, which makes me chuckle. Then he realizes it’s me and a huge smile brightens his chubby face, ”Daddy!”
He jumps into my arms and I hug him against my chest, careful not the break him.
To say Blaze and I are clones is even a huge understatement. Our hair, our eyes, our features are almost exactly alike. He has his character from his mom, Raven does too, but out physical features are very much the same. It’s actually scary.
“Daddy, where is mommy?” the young boy asks me. I pick him up like I’ve done with his brother earlier and walk to the kitchen. Skye has already fled there to help her oldest sister with dinner. I enter the living room, a little faster than humanly possible but not much and sit down on the couch next to Raven. The boys seem to silently greet each other before I answer.
“Mommy is at Grandpa Charlie’s house, guys. And Daddy’s going to go there too in a minute,”
My answer brings a frown on my youngest’ face, ”Don’t you have to eat?”

Before I can try o figure out how to answer that one, Raven beats me to it, ”Daddy doesn’t eat remember?” is Raven’s quite bitchy reply. It makes me want to chuckle – it’s that voice their mom puts me up with when she angry. Seems he inherited that from her.
Blaze’s face is still scrunched up and I suddenly realize that we never really told them about the blood thing. We never hid it either but it was never explained.
“Oh!,” Blaze cries as if having a light bulb above his head, ”Daddy eats the Reds!”
Raven shakes his head roughly, ”Nohoo! He drinks the Reds! You cannot eat the Reds, Aze!”
The Reds? What is that? They surely mean blood…who’s told them this?
“Right Daddy?” Raven gets my attention back to the point and two sets of questioning eyes are waiting for my confirmation.
I slowly nod, ”Yes that’s true.”

They both smile right after one another, ”See? Mommy says the Reds are really nice, but not for us. maybe when we are older,” is Raven’s witty response. A tingle of fear passes through my chest, but I quickly get rid of the feeling – she probably just told them that blood is nice to not frighten them.
I don’t have time to talk more about…well blood, when Scarlett’s voice booms from out of the kitchen.
“Guys! Dinner is ready!”

And frankly in no time at all, everyone is downstairs. At vampire speed.
Nathan is laughing with Faith about something, but when he notices me he stops, looking away.
That Chris, Layla and Adam could run like us, is obvious. They are vampires, with some exceptions on food. That their children, Denim, Faith and Alana could do this isn’t any strange either – they are hybrids.

But if Nathan can do the very same thing who says Melody can’t?
I start to panic and try to suppress it. She’s right, we really need to talk about things.
seeing my boys run into the kitchen, hearing chairs scrape against the floor and forks and knives working on several plates, I stand up from the couch.
I need to think, to process what I saw. But I should not over think.

My body creates my natural urge to react, not my reflex reaction for my girlfriend’s safety. No the one where I need her to comfort me, hug me and be by my side.
I need her.
And with that, I say a quick goodbye to the eating family, give my boys a kiss on the head and leave the estate.


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