Okay, the beginning is boring but since when in a good book isn't it? Anyway, it may seem a bit confusing but bear with me, at least until when Jamie comes along. This story is based on the book written by Stepheneie Meyer called 'The Host'. This is about Jamie's Love.

However, this book may be based on 'The Host' but I own the character Rose and her abilities/the idea of her.

Note: There's a picture of a similar looking locket on my profile as well as a physical description of the main character.

"What is it dad? What's going on?" I called franticly at my father. He was rushing around the house grabbing essentials like canned food, flashlights, first aid kits and blankets.

"We have to hurry! They're coming for us! We have to hurry before-"He broke off when we heard a loud knock on the door. "No! I'm too late!" He called franticly. He zipped up the bag and handed it to me. It was very full and heavy. "Rosalind, it's too late for me. You have to hide and then run, run far away. I can't come with you. They're after me and the 'G.E.H.A'. I can't let them have it so you have to take it. I have to put it in you." His voice was pained and brave.

"No" I said weakly and strangled. Tears ran silently down my cheeks. He was all I had left.

"You have to, for me. It is the only way you can escape. Take the jeep and drive it into the desert. After that, get out on foot and run to a hiding place far away from the jeep. Insert the 'G.E.H.A' and wait for it to change you. After that I want you to promise me to take care of yourself. You know what it will do you." He said. The door banged open and I heard men rushing around the house.

"Go!" he whispered.

"I love you daddy. I promise to keep safe and do as I'm told" I whispered my voice breaking at the end. I had to do this last thing for him.

"Me to Rose" I turned and kissed him on the cheek. I quickly memorized his face for the last time and turned around to go through the window and jumped on the ground from the second story. I ignored the slight pain in my anckles when they hit the earth. I ran around the house to the garage. I could hear the seekers upstairs finding my dad but no G.E.H.A. and no me. I jumped into the car, picked the keys from my bag, and started the engine. It was a good thing I already knew how to drive. My dad taught me a bit around three months ago. My tires sped across the highway and into the Arizona desert leaving behind the rest of my family and only friend.

I woke with a gasp. The dream I had was no dream, it was both a nightmare and a memory. It was the last memory of my human life. That was around two years ago. I was eighteen now and I still kept my father's promise.

The sun still hadn't risen over the still and brutal desert. I was lying under a slanted rock that was barely big enough to shelter me from the sun. I decided to close my eyes and think back to what happened after. I started dreaming again.

I reached my hiding place after running for what seemed like forever from where I dumped the jeep. I sat down in a small cave in the mountain. There was nothing in there, not that I cared. I opened my bag and dumped out the contents.

There was a hairbrush, a mirror, a strong and short knife, a Swiss army knife, several tins of canned food, three matchboxes, a large folder of documents, two flashlights, twelve extra batteries for the flashlights, a toothbrush, toothpaste, several bottles of water, a picture of me, my mom and my dad together, a compass, a map, a phone, several phone cards, two first aid kits, a radio, my locket from my parents, their wedding rings and an expensive , heavy case that had extra locks on it. I was surprised so much could fit in there. I put everything back in the bag apart from the case, the documents and my locket. I put the locket around my neck. I carefully opened the case and found a needle with lime-green liquid inside of it. I had to do what my father told me to.

I took the needle and slowly injected the fluid in my left arm. The pain was almost unbearable. I knew I had to continue though. Once all the green liquid was gone from the needle, I quickly pulled it out and dropped it only floor. Before I knew it, I was searching in the first aid kit for a cotton ball to put over my injection. The pain made me delusional. It was like something was eating at me from the inside. The cotton ball was over the cut but it still hurt like hell. I felt like something was changing me from the inside. I couldn't help letting out yelps and whisperers but I knew that I would give away my position if I screamed. The serum kept attacked me from the inside; my stomach; my muscles; my legs; even my eyes; everywhere hurt.I felt my consciousness slip away while I got torn to pieces from the inside.

I woke up again, this time with a scream. Dawn had come; the sun was just glowing on the horizon. I decided to get breakfast instead of trying to sleep again.

Yes, the process was painful. When I awake I had been fully changed. I looked into my father's documents and notes of what the G.E.H.A. did to me. My father had been working in area fifty-one or something close. They were experimenting with animal DNA as well as genetically enhanced humans. G.E.H.A. stood for 'Genetically Enhanced Humans and Animals.' It was a bio weapon getting ready to use in was. The seekers were coming to take the weapon away and destroy it as well as implanting both my father and I.

My father knew he would be caught. So he saved me by giving me the formula to change me and escape the seekers, him being the one to stay behind. He loved me more than anything. He was my only family left as well as my best and only friend. I was homeschooled and my mother died when I was twelve. I was also an only child, now I'm an orphan.

The Formula had enhanced me with animal and inhuman abilities. I had five times the strength of a naturally strong human, skin that couldn't be cut without trying very hard with a knife; I could squeeze a blade and I would only scratch me, I healed ten times faster, my nails could extend from under my skin from my fingers making them actually four times longer, My skin could change colors like a chameleon, My eyesight was brilliant, my eyes changed color depending on what animals' eyes I used; cats' eyes were the most useful, my stomach could digest harder foods, my teeth were as sharp as sharks' teeth even though they stayed a similar shape and I could run faster than a cheetah for hours. My body adapted to the desert and called it my home. Everything else about me was still human but ever since I left my father, even when I hadn't been injected, I felt like an animal needing to survive in the desert.

I caught the scent of a coyote that had fallen on his way to his cave around three kilometers away. I ran like the wind toward it. My sense of smell had also been enhanced. It only took about thirty seconds to get to him. I pounced straight from my chase. When I hunted, I hunted a lot like a lion. I was now on top of the coyote, choking it with my hands. I wrestled with it for about fifteen seconds and then it gave up and its heart stop beating.

It was a good thing that I didn't eat like a lion. That would be gross. When it came to hunting I always let my animal instincts take over. But I wasn't going to be a savage and eat this raw. I grabbed my kill and carried it on my back. Although it was around my size, thanks to my added strength it felt very light. I carried it back to my campsite and dropped it. It would last for around a week, and then I'd have to hunt again. My worn out backpack that my father gave me two years ago still carried my things.

Although the food and water had only lasted a few days, it was stocked with them from what I took from the stores nearby. Thanks to my ability to change my eye color, I could blend in when it came to meeting souls. This never made me stay with them thanks to two reason; one reason was that I wouldn't be able to act like them; and second was that I couldn't stand being near the same things that took my dad away. They aren't even sorry for it. There isn't a swear word bad enough to place a name to them.

I started making a fire with rubbing some matches. I still had the same things in my bag. I already had some dry wood I found to burn the night before. I cooked the meat and ate it. Coyote was not my favorite meal; it was tough and tasted gross. I preferred smaller, softer animals but I couldn't be that cruel to defenseless creature. When I finished my meal I took the carcass and hid it in the tree. It would keep the bugs away, for a while.

I had plenty of water stocked in my bag and my stomach was full. I pulled out my compass and my map. I had to constantly keep moving so I wouldn't get suspicious and so that I wasn't hunting all the animals to extinction in one area. I figured I should head for Tuscan; I hadn't been there since that last night as a human. I decided I should head there tomorrow; it would take me almost a full day to get there without being seen or getting tired. I could only act like a chameleon and blend in when I was very still. The rest of the time would be spent looking for a good campsite.

I spent the day scavenging in the area. I didn't find much so instead I went back to my carcass and to get it prepared for traveling. I could hardly carry an entire carcass while running at top speed across the desert. I started chopping the meat and putting it in a plastic bag. I thought of how I felt like the last living thing on earth. I never really had anything or anyone to live for apart from my father's last request. I constantly felt like I drifted in the world of nothing. I was completely other. This was the whole reason why I felt more like an animal than a human.

When I was done I tied my plastic bad and dumped the rest of the carcass a hundred meters away. When I got back I cleaned my hands in the sand; a good substitute if you didn't want to waste water. I got out my hairbrush and mirror, even if you felt like an animal, the whole world was coming to an end, your species was becoming extinct and you have nothing to live for; a girl still has to look good doing it.

I brushed my elbow-length, wavy, mahogany hair. My hair had golden strands here and there that had been bleached from the sun a bit. I also had red highlights deeper in my hair. Despite having to live like an animal, I loved keeping my hair long. I looked at my brownish-topaz eyes. My father had muddy brown eyes but thanks to my mother, her hazel brightened them and gave a dark topaz. My eyes had gone a little bit of a brighter topaz since the injection. The injection also made my hair silkier, strangely.

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I finally made it took a good hiding place in Tuscan. I was under a couple of large boulders at the bottom of a hill. I was exhausted and my body demanded some sleep. I laid my head on my backpack and closed my eyes.

"What is it honey?" My mother asked. I saw my eight year old self standing next to my new bike with my mom holding the handlebars. I was standing right next to my mother, although she didn't see me, she only saw my younger self. I felt like reaching out to her and touch her hand or hugging her never letting go. I knew that my hand would just go thru her, like I wasn't here. I've had similar dreams before.

"What if I fall? What if I hurt myself? What if I never learn?" I asked in my eight year old voice. I was learning how to ride a bike with my mother teaching me.

"Well you'll never know or learn how to bike unless you try" my mother said soothingly.

"But what if I don't learn how to ride a bike, that way I won't get hurt. It will make us both happy" my young self said. At that age I went through a clumsy stage where I just seemed to be able to trip over anything. I even said out loud 'I hate getting hurt'.

"Rosie, if you always take the safe path for the rest of your life then you'll never get anywhere. The only way you get anywhere or anything in life is if you walk the risky path every now and then.

"Okay mommy" I said smiling. Then I reached out and kissed her on the cheek. Then I saw my mom smile; I felt like crying, how much I missed her. Tears were about to fall when I heard a loud booming noise that made me resurface.

I woke up with tears in my eyes and my face was wet, too wet. I sat up, all my clothes were soaking wet. I heard thousands of little drops hitting the cracked earth. Rain.

It was raining.

In all my time traveling in the desert, not once had it rained on me.

The water was falling down the hill and the water was up to my ankles when I got up. I grabbed my bag and searched across the desert. I needed to either get to higher ground or hide in a cave. The sky rumbled, and fast, I added.

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I opened my eyes and looked into an angel's face.