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MARCHING FORWARD



AS THE TIME GREW CLOSER TO THE CULLENS INEVITABLE DOWNFALL, BILLIE'S NERVES WERE POSITIVELY FRIED. 
There was really no explanation for it, but whenever she thought too hard about why her brain always itched when their name was brought up, her nerves only increased tenfold. 
She thought she had it under wraps, thought that no one had really noticed her jumpier than normal behaviour, but she was proved wrong the minute a familiar blonde vampire cornered her in the halls. 
"What's gotten into you?" Jane inquired with the tilt of her head, eyes searching Billie's form for any sort of explanation as to why she was being so weird lately. 
Billie feigned confusion, eyebrows furrowing. "What do you mean?" 
Jane rolled her eyes, nearly stomping her foot onto the ground for good measure, too. "You've been so antsy lately that it is now making me antsy," she growled out, "me! I do not get antsy, so reveal the issue at once!" 
"The fact that you're using the word antsy to begin with proves otherwise," Billie snickered, only to receive a slap to the shoulder from the shorter girl in front of her. "Ow— okay, fine! Yes, I've been a little anxious lately." 
"Why?" Jane asked, or really, more like demanded. 
Billie was stumped on that part too. "I don't know?" she offered with a grimace, extending her hand to block Jane's hand that was about to hit her shoulder once more. "I'm being serious! My head— it just feels a bit... wrong?"
Jane sobered up at that immediately. "Wrong?" she questioned, concern bleeding into her tone. "Billie, have you been feeling alright?" 
"I'm fine," she was quick to dismiss, "but, I can't shake the feeling that something is going to happen." 
The girl's eyebrows unfurled on their own. "I can assure you that nothing will happen. The matter with the Cullens will be the least of our concerns in comparison to the Forks terrain." 
There it was again— that pesky itch in the forefront of her mind. She couldn't hear Jane drone on about how the terrain had a serious mud problem, couldn't see her scrunched up face as she described said mud, because her mind was providing a bleary image to her. 
An overcast day, clouds of rain pouring down. Slippery mud and root branches unearthed, waiting for a civilian to fall. A crutch. A feeling. Being hunted. 
Forks terrain. 
She snapped out of it when she felt a hand on her forehead, blinking out of her daze and finding her eyes now settling onto Jane's equally as pale face. "Where did you just go?" she asked, retracting her hand when she saw Billie's eyes come back into focus. 
"... my head feels wrong." 


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Billie was fidgeting in place, the feeling of inquisitive eyes on her was beginning to grate on her nerves. 
Jane had dragged her to Aro's study immediately, barging in on whatever meeting he was obviously holding in preparation for what was about to come. At the sight of Jane's seriousness and the clear distress on Billie's face, the others in the room were dismissed without a second thought.