"Hello?" Harrison grumbled into the greasy looking public phone. I kept my eyes on his, searching for any bad news. "It's Harrison." I couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the phone was saying over the rumble of the subway. Harrison cleared his throat unnecessarily. I sighed and pulled my purple wind breaker tighter around me. It was fucking cold. "Am I still welcome?" He asked awkwardly. Stupid Harrison, he can't feel how cold it is. Harrison's tense shoulders relaxed a bit and I heard boisterous laughter from the phone. I think my lips are turning blue. I made an exaggerated kissy face and saw that my lips were in fact blueish. Harrison glanced over at my short frame, leaning against the freezing cinder block walls of the Seattle underground. "I'll be there in a few hours. Thanks again, Emmett." He clunked the phone back into it's hostler. "Can we please find somewhere with heat?" Harrison sighed. "It's not that cold out." I stood straight and glared at him. "I can't wait until I'm like you." He brushed passed me and started towards the stairs to the street. "I can." He muttered. I huffed. I was going to get bitten, he had promised Mom.
I followed Harrison up the steps and giggled when we passed some teenage girls. They were awestruck at how amazing Harrison's looks were. Even when Harrison was frowning, he was gorgeous. His hair was so black it had a blue tint. His bangs fell just above his eyes and swished off to the left. His green eyes pierced everyone to their very core, especially when he was in a bad mood. Which was most of the time. Harrison would have everything going for him if he'd lighten up. He rolled his eyes when he had to swerve around them to continue walking. It was hard to believe that Harrison loved my Mom. He looked about nineteen. And then there was me, an awkward fifteen year old trailing behind him. Harrison took a harsh turn to the right and glided across the street, I tumbled after him in my three sizes too big green high top converse. "You hungry?" He growled over his shoulder. "Uh, no but I will be." I smirked. "What do you want?" He continued, ignoring my smart ass remark. "What can I have?" Harrison's lips twitched as if they were trying to form a smile. "McDonald's." I caught up to him and hooked an arm through his. "Awesome."
Harrison's nose scrunched up and I felt him stop breathing. He still wasn't used to being so close to my blood. "After you eat, we're heading straight to the Cullen's." I smiled widely. "And then I'm going to get bitten!" I squealed. He gritted his teeth and picked up his walking speed. The smile fell off my face. "Sorry." I whispered. He yanked open the glass door to McDonald's and shoved me through. I trudged to a window table. He already knew what I wanted. I'd eaten there so many times my blood should be grease. It was tough being poor and not old enough to get a job. No body wanted to hire a kid. Harrison was sick of this city, he said it held too many bad memories. I couldn't agree more. I picked up a napkin and started picking off little pieces. Harrison had said that a long time ago he had met a couple like him. Emmett and Rosalie. They lived in a little town called Forks where there was hardly any sun light and plenty of territory for hunting. Emmett had offered to take Harrison in but he'd have to stop feeding on humans. The Cullen's fed off animals. As I sat there thinking about all Harrison had told me about the Cullens ,little shreds of napkin formed a fibery white mountain.
Supposedly the Cullen Coven was rather large. Harrison knew of Emmett and Rosalie, another man called Carlisle who was the head of the family and his mate Esme. Emmett had also mentioned something about his siblings. I was shocked out of my thoughts by a plastic brown tray being jammed in front of me. Harrison plopped down into the chair across from me. "There." His face looked sour. Apparently this place didn't smell good to him. The tray had forced my napkin bit mountain off the table and my dark wash skinny jeans were scattered with white specks. "Thanks." I replied in a dark tone. Harrison looked antsy as I picked at my chicken nuggets. "You really want to get out of here, huh?" I said, staring at a burnt French fry. "I do and I don't." I looked up at him. "Explain." He sighed and fidgeted in his seat. "I know if I leave, I'll never come back. But if I don't leave now, I'll stay here forever." I nodded and sipped my chocolate milkshake. "They don't know about me, do they?" Harrison glared at the table. "No." I looked at my reflection in the window. My dirty dish water blond hair falling in my face. My icy blue eyes swimming with tears. I smiled sadly at my Pikachu shirt that was peeking out of my jacket. "Nobody ever knows about me." Harrison stood. "We should get going. They're expecting" He paused. "me." He finished, instantly regretting it. I bit my lip and pushed back my tears. "Well, they're going to get us." I stood and smiled as best as I could.
Harrison and I had reached the edge of Seattle and he was preparing himself for the run to Forks. We had stopped at our temporary home in an abandoned subway kiosk to grab our belonging. I slung my black messenger bag over my shoulder. "You ready, Lucy?" I looked up at the gray skies. "As ready as I can be." He looked at me and then pressed two of his fingers on the back of my neck. Drowsiness seeped into me at once. His fingers moved to the small of my back and pressed there. My eye lids drooped and my knees wobbled dangerously. His fingers were then on my wrists, covering the main artery. Sleep hit me like a semi-truck. That was Harrison's gift. He brought sleep. My dreams were filled with the sound of wind rushing around me.