Forks high school was just like any other ordinary school. The school was centered in the middle of the car park, which held a mixture of old and pre-owned cars. I glanced across the car park as I turned in with my Lamborghini; my eyes were met by a pair of golden topaz eyes. He had exceedingly pale skin, as did the other figures, deep gold eyes, and rust colored hair. I looked deep into his eyes and he stared at me, focusing on every move I made. The accident was replaying in my head over and over. The deeper I looked, the more I saw the pain I had seen the same day: pure horror. I know what he was . . . the same kind of monster that had killed my family: a vampire.
My car came to a stop, and a tear fell down my face. I fell back against my seat as the pain that I had tried so hard to hold in escaped and engulfed my heart.
"Why, why, why . . ." I sobbed into my jacket. I thought to myself, I needed to pull myself together, for my parents and myself.
I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and stepped out of the car. I reached for my iPhone to turn it off. For one moment, I looked up to see the golden eyes staring straight at me; however, this time, there were six pairs of eyes staring at me. The figure with bronze hair was whispering to the young girl with spiky black hair. She whispered back, and then his face turned all serious. He looked back at the short-haired girl, and she said something to the group. Their eyes widened as if she had said something shocking. I started walking towards the school steps when a sudden gust of wind sent shivers down my back.
I quicken my pace towards the school steps, knowing and feeling that I was being followed. An iron grip was placed on my shoulders, and I turned around to face the cold figure with yellow eyes.
"What do you want? And let go of me," I questioned him as his grip on my shoulders became tighter and tighter. He dragged me towards two cars, one shiny Volvo and one yellow Porsche, beside five figures leaning casually against them. All attention was turned towards me as I was being dragged by the bronze-haired figure.
He dragged me toward the cars, and the girl with spiky black hair as dark as ebony approached me. I continued to struggle the whole time, trying to get out of his grip, as he dragged me towards the figures.
I hardly noticed another hand being placed on my shoulder, but I noticed that the honey-comb-haired figure had left the spiky-haired girl's side and was now beside me.
In an attempt to escape, I sprinted towards the school steps. I knew that I could not out run them. The tall, bulky guy grabbed me around my waist.
How did he get to me so fast? His grip was tighter than the bronze-haired boy's.
I struggled with all my might, but it was impossible to escape his grip. It was only us in the car park; everyone else had gone inside to class. We finally reached the five remaining figures, including the bronze-haired one. He put me down and placed his hands over my wrists, creating shackles. There was a beautiful blonde-haired girl, one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen; a tall, bulky guy; the young, spiky-haired girl; honey-haired guy (who looked like he was in pain); and the bronze-haired guy, with a very focused face.
Leaning casually against the yellow Porsche was a guy with black, curly hair and stunning golden eyes. One second he was leaning against car, and in the next he was over beside me, placing his hand on my arm and pushing me into the car gently and very sweetly, as if he was trying not to hurt me. I elbowed him in the stomach. He didn't act like it hurt him at all, and I sprinted into the woods, not knowing where I was going.
I came across a massive clearing filled with wild bluebells and other flowers. Examining the field, I glanced at a perching rock in the center of the field. I thought I could take a break from running, thinking I was safe.
The sun finally broke through the cloud cover and I smiled. This was the first time I'd seen the sun since I had been here. A twig cracking broke my train of thought, and I glanced at the shoes that had created the sound. It was not just one person, it was two: the spiky-haired girl and the honey-colored guy.
I jumped up from the rock and began to panic. Suddenly, I felt a wave of calm—the honey comb-haired guy was focusing on me with his eyes. The spiky-haired girl stepped forward, and I backed up only to hit a brick wall, but it was the honey comb-haired guy. Out of reaction, I sprinted to my right in the hopes of escaping, but the guy had other ideas. He grabbed a hold of my arms, and I began to struggle. His skin was ice cold and rock hard. His golden eyes were full of stress, and I saw a blurred vision of him and another woman, then flashes of images of him and the spiky-haired girl.
"Stop struggling or we can do this the hard way," exclaimed the honey-haired guy. I looked at him, but it was more of a glare.
"You really think I am going to listen to you after what I have been through?" I yelled as I continued to struggle.
"My name is Alice, and this is Jasper. You need to calm down, please," said Alice sweetly, and another wave of calm hit me. However, I continued to struggle, and his grip tightened around my wrists.
"Fine, you have chosen to do this the hard way . . ." explained Jasper. He picked me up bridal style, but I kicked myself down. This was my only opportunity to escape. I sprinted to the edge of the field, closely followed by Jasper and Alice.
I went as fast as I could, *the wind ripping at my hair and blowing it in my face. I weaved through the trees as the brush caught on my clothes. I almost fell more times than I could count, but miraculously kept my feet under me as I tried to escape my captors. I could hear them behind me, but their steps were quickly drowned out by the sound of my ragged breathing and pounding heart. It was like my body was telling me what I could lose if I let them catch me: my life.*
I reached a dead end and was cornered by Jasper and Alice. I was too busy focusing on Jasper and Alice to notice the black curly-haired guy—the one who had been leaning against the Porsche. I looked into Alice's eyes and the vision started. I saw her with her sister and more images came into eyes, one of her in a cell of some kind.
When I came out of the vision, I felt dizzy. What was happening to me? He grabbed a hold of me and looked down at me as I struggled to escape. He was a least six foot tall, towering over me. He passed me to Jasper.
"Just stop struggling, please. You will hurt yourself!" said Jasper in a concerned tone. I still struggled. Why should I listen to him? Jasper stared down at me, waiting for a response, but I stayed quiet. He signed.
"Fine, Jason." The black curly-haired guy nodded and approached me.
"Please! Don't, please!" I begged.
I tried to back up, but Jasper held me still. Jason placed his hand on my forehead, and I flinched as I began to black out. I started to fall forwards, but someone caught me before I hit the ground . . .