I needed to have a little fun writing before returning to my two other stories, so I created this and if all goes well, I may countinue. I hope you enjoy and please review - Anna Fawn.
BPOV
I had spent my whole life running, running from what and who I was. They all wanted me, wanted me for power and there was no escape. My mother had used me for so long and then there were the monsters, the nightmares and the hunters. So many. Was there no escape? I had been chased all my life and had never had a moment of peace or love. My mother had used me as a tool to get money and live a free life. Then the cops tried to put me in a insane asylum. I had no friends. Vampires, werewolves and even there hunters. I knew many creatures, yet none like me - perhaps I'm one of a kind, but that doesn't make me special, it doesn't make me deserve all this!
Today I run, I run and I flee! You'd think nothing could catch me, no one can track me, and yet they do. I hide my scent, I hide my sound, I hide my very imprint on this earth - I am non-existent. Yet they find me, yet they follow!I clear my records, I fog there memories and I become invisible, non-trackable, unknown, yet they still know. I try. I fial. I flee. I get caught. I get used and hurt. No one loves what gives them power, they don't thank it or appreciate it, they just use it with the idea that they deserve it.
Red eyes! Red eyes! Vampire!
Yet another predator stands inside the cafe and I nearly drop dead from a heart attack. He's looking at me with confusion, interest and concern - of course he is, I have no scent or sound and I just appeared from out of nowhere looking half crazed and haunted! Then I turn and run out the door, trying to gather enough strength to vanish, but instead I trip and fall, cutting myself on the pavement - I loose my hidden scent and now the vampire can smell me. I cough as I get up to run again, nearly barfing the little food I have. Tears race down my face as I hold it back and then my shield ripples through me in a sort of stress signal or defence.
The vampire is right behind me, his breath against my shoulder - I should be dead, instead I let a whimper and a cough before vanishing. To me it is the world that disappears and everything is sky, a blue sky and fog. Then I fall, I'm on my hands and knees staring down at the white pavement of the sidewalk. All my stomach contents and more come out, my nose is bleeding, tears stream down my face from my bloodshot and puffy dry eyes and I'm still bleeding from my earlier scratches. I collapse into my own mess, not knowing where I am or if I'm safe I pass out.
EPOV
I was leaning against the wall of a poor cafe, watching the humans go by, disgusted with their thoughts, yet so far there were no murders or rapist to hunt. People were very wary of me, as they should be. I was a stranger, not quite normal and a vampire - though they didn't know that. This was the poor part of town, right before the bad part and sometimes they got visitors. I probably looked like one of them to the people.
out of nowhere a girl fills in an empty space in front of the door, sh just appears. For a second I'm entranced by her. She's gorgeous, wild, and seemingly crazed, yet her eyes are a soulful and rare light brown like chocolate or fawn skin. She looks tired and worn out as she hunches over ready to collapse and she is covered in cuts and bruises, her clothes torn and ragged - she looks like a poor girl recently attacked and I can't read her mind. I still know she's terrified - of me and quickly rushes out the door as her heart restarts, sending a gust of wind carrying her scent and then everything goes blank.
Sweet, delicious blood - must drink, must have! Hunt - she prey! Catch, attack, drink, enjoy!
I rush through the door right after her and see her crippled, her blood painting the pavement and wasting away.
No - must have, not waist! Can't waist away!
Before I can lunge she stands with a cough and a strange wave ripples through the air and block me, giving my sane side a second of control. Then she goes. She just vanishes into thin air a sort of blue consuming her. I freeze, so confused, so ashamed and sort of startled. Three minutes pass and she reappears farther down the pavement, next to where it ends at the woods. She's on her hands and knees again and I can see the little barf and blood from here. All to quickly she collapses, curling into a tight ball right on the spot and for some reason it kills me to watch this, but I dare not move. I can't risk being around her, but no one else is going to help her, few people even noticed her and most are freaked out and would rather kill her, others see it as not there problem and an average thing.
I need Carlisle right now! Why did I ever leave him?! I need his help, she needs his help - I can't do this! Yet there was no way to contact him and I had no clue where he was at. Without thinking I approached her - I had to save her, to help her! I had to!
I held my breath and ignored the blood even though it was hard - she was so hot, surely running a fever, but I had no idea how to help. Where could I take her? Where had she come from? I noticed a folded piece of paper from in her pocket and unfolded it. It was a map and it had a circle around a place called Forks in Washington. It said Charlie Swan, chief of police, my father and listed an address. So I began my journey from St George, Utah to Forks, Washington, and her father's home.