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


48. Thunder 47



<span style='font-family: "Times,";' georgia,="" serif;"="">The fuzziness in my head keeps suppressing me into my subconscious. I’ve been trying to fight against it for quite a long time. it feels like it.
Maybe I’m just not ready to come back yet, wherever I have to come from. I have no idea where I am, nor do I know where to go.
My body feels more calm, though I can’t figure out where my fingers are. Or my legs for that matter. If anyone would tell me, that my head had fallen off, or that my nose chose to spend the rest of its life sideways, I’d believe them.
Funny. Sometimes I need that. The mind sketches of things that are so ridiculous that even I get hopeless of it.
time seems to pass so slow, or fast or whatever. The fear that keeps settling in my gut, wherever those might be, is the fact of losing time. My children for example, need me. They need me more than anyone else does.
Edward doesn’t exactly need me. He’s able to survive without me in his presence. Not that it would make him happy. Not at all. But he could do it. Raven and Blaze can’t. They’d be in danger.

Ok. Now I’m actually done with being....nowhere.
Really, I’m not joking.
And still nothing happens.
Get me the fuck out of here!

I squeeze my eyes shut because of the nonsense going on in my head. Well, most of it is nonsense. I roll my shoulders backwards over the surface I appear to be laying on. A table?
I’m kind off half dead and they place me on a table? What the hell?
my neck is stiff from staying in the same position for who knows how long and my hands are heavy when I raise them up to rub my tired eyes. I moan from the uncomfortable position on the table and then finally open my eyes.
and close them again immediately. It appears they like torturing me. First the table, then a light flashing in my face right above my head.
I hum a weird sound that cracks along my throat. I need something to drink I suppose. And thinking of it, I’m hungry too.
still having my eyes closed I sit up, feeling my aching muscles. It feels like I’ve lain here for weeks. I seriously hope I haven’t.
when I’m upright, I rub my eyes again and then open them a bit. That’s better. My blurry vision adjusts to the softer light in the room. The Medical room to be precise.

Oh, Lord what did I do this time? I’m the only one that always ends up in this room for any reason.
As my eyes are fully open and able to see everything clearly, I feel much better. Nap time is over.
staying put for a few minutes waiting for anyone to storm in here and be surprised I’m up, I figure that I must be home alone.
with that I hop off of the table and land on my feet before walking out of the room without making any sound. I honestly need some clothes and after that I need a good tap of blood.

Yeah, that will do some great things for my dehydration.
ideas made I take the stairs up and tip-toe to my room. I’m actually surprised no one is here – I had expected that there would be someone to guard me against every odd thing that might harm me more than already was done.
in my bedroom, where I don’t even sleep, I try to find something in my closet to wear. It’s not much but I quickly find an old pair of jeans and a red top. I dress, pull my hair in a messy bun and leave again. The mushy feeling keeps staying in my body as if I’m tipsy.
Downstairs I try to find shoes, but when I don’t see any in my size I realize they’re still at Edwards.
Barefoot it is.

then, I leave the house and take course into the woods where some animal won’t live for long. I already get more excited for a drink.
That does it. the second I reach the edge of the woods that surround the house I get in speed, though I’m still a bit wobbly.
I slow down a little because I’d hate to hit a tree or anything like that. I really don’t want to have some black out again.

Sometime later I do have a few bruises on my arms, but I hadn’t dodged all trees. I finally find a small deer drinking water from a small splash of water that wells up from the ground. I hide behind a tree, my body not in the exact right state to climb in them and wait for the right time to attack.
its artery vein is pumping and I can see it. the waiting is torture as always, but I’m not as sensitive as I used to be. Not as aggressive either. I hope that’s a good thing.
The deer then turns its head around to step a bit further and I know that’s my shot. Silently, I use my last sprint of speed to get in for a kill and before I know, my teeth are bared and into its neck.
the deer struggles but I just push it down and drain it. at some point it just stills and I’m free to drink and savor the taste of rich blood. Lions stay the best in taste, but for now this one is perfect.
moaning like an enraged woman I drink. I’m being super sloppy, spilling blood everywhere but I don’t care for once. I’ll shower when I get back.
When every drop has left the carcass, I push it away and let myself fall back on the ground into the muddy sand. It’s must have rained not so long ago.
I don’t even care to brush away the blood streams on my cheeks that leak out of my mouth as I lick my lips clean from the mighty taste.

‘What the Fuck!?’
the second I heard a man exclaim the words, I was crouching, facing him and my back pushed against a tree, a few meters away from the carcass.
I’m faster.
I look up and see a familiar face. The frown, the grimace, to eyebrow knit. Yep, no one else than my brother.
‘What are you doing here?’ he wails with disbelief in his tone. I just shrug and clear my throat from the thick liquid that remained from my meal.
‘I’m having lunch dinner and breakfast into one. Don’t you see?’ I hiss, sarcasm dripping literally out of my mouth.
‘You’re supposed to be – ‘
‘kind off dead? Maybe. But I feel good enough to go on with,…what i had been doing for good knows how long ago.’
Nathan looks at me with his eyebrows still raised.
‘I’ve never seen you like this. So….’
i sigh and roll my eyes,’ Monstrous? Cool?’ i pause and waggle my eyebrows, ’Hot?’
Nathan laughs and shakes his head, ’Vampire like was the word I searched for but okay – it’s a little cool,’ he says.
‘But seriously, how did you get here? When we left this morning for the meeting at the Cullens you were still in coma. We got home and then you were gone. Everyone’s worried sick about you pigmy.’
I growl when I hear his nickname. Man, does that never change?

‘Well, i woke up and i was hungry. And thirsty. And tired. So i went for a hunt as you can see.’
‘Yeah…well let’s go back now so no one has to worry even more shall we? ‘
I nod my head and use my arm to brush the blood away. Then I get up and follow Nathan towards the house.
While we run a question comes up in my mind.

‘How long have I been out?’
‘four days,’ he says softly. I stop with my eyes wide,’ four!?’
Nathan has stopped too, nods and shrugs,’ Nothing to change about that little girl.’
‘How did it end up with Victoria? Did you get her?’ I want to know eagerly. The change of his facial expression makes my hopes stop though.
‘Not really. We went after her and everything went according to plan, but when we wanted to catch her, the wolves jumped in. and special one in particular, ’he pauses for a second and closes his mind from me so I can’t see what he’s thinking,’ So Victoria dodged us. we have no idea where she went.’
oh. That’s unfortunate. I had hoped that when they killed Victoria, I’d finally have peace. Then there wouldn’t be vampires running after me.

‘Who’s this particular wolf you’re talking about by the way? Is there a new one in the pack?’
the question popped up suddenly. His demeanour changed when he mentioned it and it does again now that I have.


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