I stood still as the sound of running feet drew closer. My mate stood by my side, his coal black eyes staring straight ahead, prepared to pounce at a moment's notice. I didn't want this but I was left with no choice, I was done running. There was no turning back from this now.
I guess I should start at the beginning, don't want you to think we may die here for nothing after all.
First off, my name is Scarlet Mercy, Scar for short. I am not what you would call normal, even amongst those who aren't so normal themselves. I am a dhampir or half vampire, half human. I have long blood red hair to my butt, steel blue eyes, a porcelain skin tone, freckles literally everywhere,and a temper that matches my hair. I am rather short at 5 foot flat and am know to be a bit touchy about it.
I was born on Febuary 18, 1768 and spent many years traveling with my full vampire parents before their mating tendencies drove me to give them some private time. I eventually ended up in a small town on the Olympic peninsula, it seemed a good enough place to pass a few years before moving on. That was one of the worst choices I had ever made and possibly the best. If I had stayed away I wouldn't be about to die nor would I have ever met my mate. But now I'm rambling, the story really started on a rainy day in the year 2006, in the small town of Forks, Washington USA. The day I met one Isabella Swan.
Hey, I have decided to start one of two Jasper stories circling in my head, May do the other later but not for awhile. Feel free to review because us authors live on, them and coffee.
I don't own twilight because my name doesn't begin with an s.
