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I
heard
,
as
if
from
underwater
,
the
final
growl
of
the
hunter
.
I
could
see
,
through
the
long
tunnels
my
eyes
had
become
,
his
dark
shape
coming
toward
me
.
With
my
last
effort
,
my
hand
instinctively
raised
to
protect
my
face
.
My
eyes
closed
,
and
I
drifted
.
As
I
drifted
,
I
dreamed
.
Where
I
floated
,
under
the
dark
water
,
I
heard
the
happiest
sound
my
mind
could
conjure
up
-
as
beautiful
,
as
uplifting
,
as
it
was
ghastly
.
It
was
another
snarl
;
a
deeper
,
wilder
roar
that
rang
with
fury
.
I
was
brought
back
,
almost
to
the
surface
,
by
a
sharp
pain
slashing
my
upraised
hand
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
find
my
way
back
far
enough
to
open
my
eyes
.
And
then
I
knew
I
was
dead
.
Because
,
through
the
heavy
water
,
I
heard
the
sound
of
an
angel
calling
my
name
,
calling
me
to
the
only
heaven
I
wanted
.
"
Oh
no
,
Bella
,
no
!
"
the
angel
’
s
voice
cried
in
horror
.
Behind
that
longed
-
for
sound
was
another
noise
-
an
awful
tumult
that
my
mind
shied
away
from
.
A
vicious
bass
growling
,
a
shocking
snapping
sound
,
and
a
high
keening
,
suddenly
breaking
off
.
.
.
I
tried
to
concentrate
on
the
angel
’
s
voice
instead
.
