Ok...So I know I shouldn't be starting a new story, but I should update my current one! Buuuuut this one has been in my mind for like forever! And I will update my other story...once I get inspired to write something for it...Anywhooooo I will do my best to write this with out a beta, and update it regularly! Love y'all mucho! I didn't realize how many reviews I have on my other story so I am going to update that one right after this hopefully! It may be short however...I apologize for that...I also want to go threw and change it up some...I'm not really happy with the way it has been coming out...But anyways enough of me rambling and lets get start!
Prologue:
Megan's POV:
Wondering. That's what I have been doing for the past year after my family was killed. That night still haunts me anytime I close my eyes. I can still see the eyes of their killer taunting me in my dreams. Blood. That was the color of their eyes. I see them every where I look, I'm terrified to settle in one place, afraid that they will find me and finish what they started. I don't know what they are, I have my theories, but none have been confirmed. I am currently headed to a small town in Washington hoping to through them off my trail for a while. That is...if they are following me. I have never stopped long enough to find out. I have extended family here in La Push, on a Quileute reservation, that is letting me stay with them for a while. Well...my cousin Paul is at least. He knows nothing of my situation just that my parents were killed and I have been moving around since. I will admit that I am scared to stay with Paul, they might try to get to him too. Currently I am in Oregon coming from California I was originally trying to stay in sunny places, another one of my theories, to keep them away. La Push however is under constant rain, no sun at all, a risky choice I made. Paul also lives on his own and for being complete opposites, me and him are more like siblings. We lived near each other for a little while until me and my parents moved to Nevada, only able to talk over the phone until recently. As I pull into a station for gas I check my phone to make sure I don't have any missed calls. None, only a message from Paul.
"Call me when you get close. Maybe atwork."
Work? Since when did Paul work? Shrugging and slipping my phone back in my pocket and finishing getting gas and a drink. Did I mention my car is a piece of shit? Well it is, and as long as it doesn't break down it should only be a couple more hours til I get to La Push, praying that I'm not being followed. Slipping back out to the road I let my mind wonder, wondering what will be waiting for me in La Push, back at home.
HEYYY GUYS! So is it just me or has my writing style changed? Oh well *shrugs* Tell me whatcha think! Remember I have NO beta and I'm going to try to complete this story! I will updated my other story as soon as I get inspired to, but at the moment this story is my baby and I have plenty of time to write in between Dr appointments! Oh...did I mention that screwed up my foot? Well.. I did ^_^ So I can't really do anything and that means more writing time, just as long as I get reviews! So see you all soon and may the odds ever be in your favor! =^_^=Yes I am a HG fan too!