N/A Right, so some of you asked for a sequel, so here it is. I tried my best to make it co-inside with the first, but I'm not sure it's worked…Thank-you to all my other lovely reviewers though! Oh, and this isn't Bella's POV. I'm still trying to work out whose it is…
Prologue- From the ashes…
A young girl stands in the clearing. She looks around her. The grass is a stained a deep, angry red, from the war that took place here hundreds of years ago. Quilette mythology tells of a rampage of vampires that killed their best werewolves. Jenna holds no stock in the stories, but, nevertheless, the field frightens her. She takes a step towards her mother. She doesn't understand why they are here.
The girl looks at the stinking bonfire in one corner of the clearing. It too has been there for years. The other kids are scared to go near it. Not her, though. She relishes fear. It means she feels something.
There is something strange about the marble arm sticking out at an odd angle from the pile of broken, damp sticks. Something…very human, yet…not at all.
She takes a step towards it.
"Careful, Jenna." Her mother mutters. She pays no attention and takes another step towards it. She suddenly has the strangest intention of poking the arm.
She picks a stick up off the ground. It feels strangely heavy. She steels herself, and lunges towards the marble.
Nothing.
What did she expect? For it to jump up and attack her? It's just marble. Marble. Why, then, did she see a very faint twitch. She's sure she did. She's certain. Yes, that's right, she mentally encourages herself. The arm shuddered, just gently, but it did. She's sure.
"Jenna, time to go." Her mother is already on the other side of the field. Jenna didn't realise. She almost doesn't want to go. Almost. But she does. She turns away from the field, and hurries after her mother.
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The ash in the age-old bonfire stirs. A long arm of marble twitches. It searches. It writhes slightly, and then falls back down. It is searching, desperately, for itself.