Dear viewers, this is my second fanfic, I hope you all like it, I don't own The Host, all the credit from that goes to Stephenie Meyer, and please review, I appreciate them greatly! -RememberUs (side note: I'm making up the royalty of Italy, I'm pretty sure there isn't a king there…)

I'm with my daddy in America, he had a meeting with the president and we decided to travel around and we ended up in Arizona. It's a pretty place; daddy tells me that one day I can come here all I want, when I'm queen. He tells me to practice my English but sometimes I can't, I'm from Italy, so sometimes I have to speak Italian when I forget words. Daddy says it's okay; I have plenty of time to practice. We're sitting in a hotel lobby when a woman wearing black walks into the room, I'm slightly frightened, she has a squarish bulge in her back pocket and a knife shaped bulge in her boot. She pulls out the gun and stuns the man at the desk, I hear myself screaming. She shoots my daddy next.

"Aiuto!" I scream in my girly voice, but nobody comes. "Help!"

His heart is still beating, I don't know what she's doing, it's shocked him but there's no blood. He's just stunned. She grabs me and gently but firmly picks me up and carries me outside. I look up. Her eyes are so unusual; they are a light blue but with a prominent silver streak in the middle. I kick and scream. I don't know why but this woman looks like she will do worse than kill me. She looks at me like she's hungry. I kick out of her grasp and run. I'm the fastest runner for as young as I am where I'm from. The lady doesn't look concerned. She just talks into a walkie-talkie and walks away. I keep running till my feet bleed.

… Ten years later …

I learned that that woman was a Seeker. Her job was to find humans and Turn them. I know because when my dad found me, he brought a ton of Seekers and his eyes weren't the same. They were silver. I've been hanging around Arizona and California for a while now, I've bettered my English. I've mostly avoided the Seekers except a few close calls, causing the many scars on my body, but last week was too close. They found my cave and saw me but I was too quick for them. My small, lithe body gave my speed. My hair is so long, it slowed me down a bit. It's as long as my waist and a white-blonde, contrasting to my Italian heritage and dark haired and dark skinned relative, I am very fair and I have icy blue eyes that sparkle in the sun. But they don't reflect. So, naturally, I bought silver contacts. So, I'm usually prepared for Seekers unless –like last week- I was in a cave with dirty hands and no time. So I ran, and ran… And ran… And, here I am: in the middle of a hot desert with sunburn EVERYWHERE. I lost my t-shirt (I was changing when the Seekers came) so I'm in cut-off denim shorts and a tan sports bra. I'm so tired and I ran out of water and granola this morning. My pack is so heavy, it shouldn't be (it holds only my contacts, a hunting knife, and a pack of gum) but it is. I fall under a small shrub, covering my face and my body cannot get up. I'm so tired and hot. I can just sleep for a while…

I am woken up by voices. I want to look but I can't open my eyes with all the sun.

"A soul?" One asks, a smooth, deep voice.

"Check its eyes," another says, this one's voice is almost identical.

"I recognize her I think, looks a bit like King Pietro, but… In teenage girl form…" One says with a tired but deep voice.

"Just open her eyes, I want to get on this damn raid," one with a rough but kind voice says. One of my eyelids is flipped open and I cringe as a flashlight shines in my eye. "It seems to be human. Check her neck," he says and I see (with my slitted eye) a tallish guy with fair skin and dark-as-night hair pick me up and look at my neck.

"All good," he says. He's one of the two with similar voices. He looks down at me with blue (it's almost silver) eyes, I'm too tired to be alarmed. He hands me a water bottle and they start walking (with me in his arms) towards the cliffs and mountains. I drink it sand it's like heaven. I want to protest but the water was so kind of them and they seem pretty nice. I reach my arm up behind his neck to hold myself up and I feel a little scar on the back of his neck. Oh, no. I scream bloody murder and kick out of his grasp. He clutches his diaphragm –good. Bloody parasite. - I run. I run for my life like the hounds of hell were chasing me. Except only one of them wasn't surprised by my sudden adrenaline rush (which was rapidly wearing out) I look back and he's an arm reach away. He looks about 19 but I can't tell. He quickly leaps and wraps his arms around me and we tumble. I eat sand. Let me tell you –EW- and my blood rushes in my body with barely any water or food. I pass out, naturally in the most dangerous situation ever with a bunch of souls around me.