Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.
So here is the much asked for sequel to Fearless. I really hope you enjoy it as much as the first one :o) The prologue is super short, but I promise the rest of the chapters will be long. Enjoy!
EPOV
Prologue
I raced down the hall of the dorm, my pounding steps echoing off the linoleum floor with each step I took. This wasn't happening, this couldn't happen. I reached the end of the hall, grabbed the railing by the steps and forced myself to turn. I flew down the stairs, my feet barely making contact with the metal steps. One flight, two flights, three flights and then I hit the ground floor. I pushed open the door and felt the foggy night air hit my face.
They said if I made it there fast enough, I could save her. I pushed my legs harder, faster as I sprinted towards the baseball field. It was difficult to see through the fog that covered the campus like a thick gray blanket, but I knew my way to the baseball field by heart. I forced myself to go faster as I flew through the campus.
My thoughts were only focused on one thing. My rock, my strength, my love. My everything. Not her, my brain screamed.
It reminded me of another flight, through a parking lot. I had made in time then, outrunning the skidding van. I prayed, with everything I had, I would be in time as I tried to outrun the clock.
I flew around a corner and ran through the empty quad. My lungs were starting to burn as I dragged in the cool night air. But I didn't slow down.
Why were they doing this? What right did they have? None, I screamed inside. They had no right. No right to play God with my life.
I rounded another corner and saw the lights of the baseball field come into view. I continued to sprint as I reached the parking lot. No cars filled any of the spaces and I tried to ignore the panic that sight caused. They might not have driven here, they could have parked somewhere else. Anything, a thousand different possibilities.
I reached the front entrance of the field and slammed to a stop. Where? Where was she? I stood still, my chest heaving as my tired lungs tried to draw oxygen down. "Bella," I whispered shakily. I turned in a circle, trying to see through the black, foggy night. Where? They had said the entrance. I thought they meant the front, maybe there was another entrance, somewhere else.
I took off again, racing around the outside of the stadium, knowing it was no use. I had spent hours upon hours on this field. I knew there was no other entrance. I came back to the front and stood staring at the locked gate. "Bella," I panted. "Please, where are you?"
A/N Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you!