Disclaimer: I don't own twilight - Stephanie Meyer does…
Beta'd by Liyorah: Ha! I got to read this before any of you!
I Want Her
James picked me up once more and dashed out the house. The way he ran- It should have been blinding, yet I could plainly see each piece of dirt and rock as we passed it. It had become night quickly: a layer of black covering everything, yet I could still see with great detail and definition. He stopped, placing me on the ground and sniffed the air. His eyes closed and he said, "Breathe in, Victoria. See what you smell in the air."
I did, and a mouth watering smell hit me. It was indescribable: a gorgeous mix of different things that combined perfectly. I closed my eyes, luxuriating in it. Upon hearing a soft chuckle from beside me, my eyes flew open. James smirked at me, "Something you like?" He asked seductively.
"Yes," I admitted, and his smirk grew wider, "It smells delicious," His face fell when I finished. But why? Surely he never thought…? James's eyes on me separated my thoughts about myself. I identified many things in his scarlet eyes: hunger, a sense of authority, sadness, and anger. There was something else there too, but I couldn't place it. He smirked again when he saw me staring, trying to recognize the last thing I saw. I glared back at him.
"Anything wrong?"
"No" He said coldly, and threw me over his shoulder again. What was this man's problem?!
"I can walk, you know!" I shouted angrily, but he started running, the smell getting stronger with each step. We carried on like this for a while, and suddenly, he stopped outside a house. He put me down, and his arm snaked around my waist.
"What are you doing?" I hissed at him.
"You wanted me to put you down, and I have. But I can't have you running off."
"Why? Don't think you can catch me?" I taunted.
"Oh, I can, it's just I don't want to waste time following you around tonight. Maybe once we've eaten we can play chase." He teased me back. Play chase? I wasn't a child.
"I'm not a child! I don't play silly games!"
"Whatever. This is how it's going to happen-"
"Why should I listen to you?"
I was on the floor before I realized James had leapt on me. He snarled at me, holding me to the ground, "You should listen to me because you want to stay alive, Victoria." He growled, "Remember what I told you: you belong to me."
"Get off me, James." I growled, and pushed him off me. I stood up, and he did the same.
"Now, we go in, and I get first pick. There are three humans in there: a man, a woman, and a baby. We'll leave the child, come back, and drain her when she's older. Understand?"
"Yes, James. I understand. Let's go."
He offered me his arm, and made me take it. We strolled through the door, and as predicted, three figures sat by the fireplace. The baby had no idea that this was not normal- she'd never know, but the other two… They were too appetizing. There was something familiar about them all. The woman in particular.
"I want her," James stated, pointing at the woman.
