Running was the only thing that made any sense anymore. At least to brunette that was running her heart out on the streets of Dallas. It was foreign territory for her but in all honesty she didn't care. There had to be somewhere, some place that was safe in her escape attempt. To say that she felt them coming after her was an understatement but continuing to look behind her was a sure way to allow them to sneak in front of her. No she needed to find a place that wouldn't look too carefully at her as she snuck in and hid. At least for now.

The young woman used to have long hair well past her shoulders but that made her more identifiable so she'd chopped it off. It was ragged at the edges and clearly done by her own hand as if she was trying to hide what she was. The once dark brown was now a light almost caramel color as she faded it into blonde. There were too many people that knew what she looked like and even though plastic surgery was out she still had to hide some.

Ever since that fateful day when the man that she thought she loved had left her broken in the woods behind her house, the woman had ran. Well that's not entirely true, at first she'd been a shell of herself, locked away in her grief and misery. Then something changed. In all truth she had no idea what it was but it was as if a shock ran through her system. Then there had been the news that vampires were real and then she'd heard talk of it in town. Of course the descriptions used by these vampires were nothing like the ones she was used to and it had thrown her for a loop.

Her own father had become hardened to the fact that there were things out there other than humans and he'd all but rejected her for associating with an other. That was exactly how he described them. 'I cannot believe my own daughter willing associated with an other. You aren't my daughter.'

Even now that memory burned in her mind and in her heart. So she'd made a choice. It wasn't an easy one but it was one that would change her outcome anyway. She packed what meager belongings she had in the house, told her father she was going for a sleepover at her friends and tossed her things in her old truck. Driving out of the small town had been the easy part, making it to some place where they wouldn't find her was the hard part. Especially in a truck like she had.

Taking a trip south and then east she was hoping to throw anyone following her off of her trail. Her truck gave out just outside of Montesano. She was honestly surprised it took her that far. It was hopeless of course, being without her truck meant that she was going to have to rely on others to get her places. It had worked to her advantage though. Never staying in one place for too long, the young woman had picked up random jobs at diners and cafes and really anywhere it was needed. Enough money to get food and bus fare for the next hundred miles or so.

Eventually she made it to Dallas. No one knew her here and it made it so much easier to pretend to be anyone but who she was. A new name wasn't something that she could fathom, at least not yet. She would always have her name but for now she was just trying to find a safe place. It was probably karma that found her in the situation where she was running. At least that was what the woman told herself. Karma for trusting others to do something that she herself wouldn't do, to look out for her.

Running she hadn't expected to actually collide with anyone but the impact of her body against anothers was enough to make her cringe. Looking up, dark eyes met green as the woman tried to understand what happened. The person she had literally run into was not human, he hadn't even moved a centimeter in the impact. It was enough to make her question what was going on.

Some how, the woman managed to strangle out an I'm sorry. as she looked at the vampire. How did she know he was a vampire? Well truth be told she just felt it in her gut, but he wasn't like the vampires she was used too. No he was something completely different from the cold ones.

It took a yell to break her out of her mental stupor, a yell of those that had been chasing her and the one person she hadn't expected to see again. As the werewolves rounded the corner, creeping up on the brunette who had been running, the woman suddenly found herself behind two very powerful vampires. One a night walker, and one a daywalker. Both wanting nothing more than to protect her.

For the first time in months, a name slipped from the woman's mouth; a name she had never expected to call again.

"Jasper?"

Standing there in front of her, in all his glory was the true person hidden behind the mask of Jasper Whitlock. He was there protecting her and she honestly had no idea how he managed to do that. She had been running from them for so long. Yet one was here. Out of all of them it was Jasper.

"Bella. Just stay behind the sheriff and myself and we'll get through this. Trust me, please."