(A/N This is the first fan fiction that I ever wrote, and I thought that I had lost it so I gave up on it. But when I went to my real mothers I found that I had most of it saved. So I sent it to myself and I have been slowly editing chapter by chapter of it. I didn't post it when I was writing it because when I had started writing it I had no idea about this site. And I believe not even Eclipse was out yet when I started it. So there are a lot of things that will be out of place, like who imprints on who, but I hope you all enjoy it as much as I had enjoyed writing it. I will update one chapter a day instead of updating all 14 chapters that I have written so far. Enjoy you guys! Much love! Oh and review, tell me what you think!)
Chapter 1.
We all know the type. They have that look on their face, even in their eyes. Once they see a piece of meat that they like, their eyes glisten with excitement. They are always looking for that one right somebody to taste, torture, and eventually kill. They will do anything to get what they want.
I guess I was that somebody. I was that someone that a man wants to taste, torture, and try to kill. Funny thing is: I can't die.
See, your world, the human world, which I so nobly protect, is an ashtray, we can burn and coil you like cigarettes; the more you cry the more your ashes turn to mud. It's the nature of the leeches, the virgins feelings cheated. You've only spent a second of your life, whilst my world is ever more affected. There is no exit here, no way out. There is a dream inside of a dream. I'm wide awake the more I sleep. You'll understand when we are all dead and go to the god just to see. It's been told that you look at yourself in heaven, and heaven and hell are more than just lies, that No one dies, everyone is separated into two armies - the good verses the evil. Black and White, while here on earth there is grey matter. I will never die, and all I see is the Grey. I am neither good nor evil, I'm in between. Always, and forever, In between. With being In between, I make many enemies. My life is always in danger, and in doing so, so are the people around me.
I've never been what you would call pretty or beautiful. Id rather ware jeans, a baggie shirt, sling my hair into a pony tail, and on a good day, I ware eyeliner. I don't mess with dressing nice, curling my hair, and slapping globs of glitter on my cheeks. That's just not me. I leave that for the preps. Give me a wrench, a grease rag and something in the garage to do and I'll be happy all damn day long.
I didn't plan on going to the bar that night, the night everything started back up for me, the night I became a runaway and a protector all in one. Again. I've been into this bar before; I didn't care too much for it. Then again I didn't care too much for places with a lot of men around. I was only there for Lisa. She needed booze, a friend, maybe a few smokes – I was her girl. "At least I attempted to dress nice" I murmured to myself. and it was true, I attempted to dress nice, I at least put on jeans with no stains or holes and a black shirt which fit me nicely.
I left my blondish brown hair down and combed out the knots; made sure my eyeliner was even. I managed to find some chap stick, if that even counts. Id just gotten off the phone with Lisa when I walked into the bar. She was on her way; I'd be waiting about ten minuets. It was an ordinary bar. Country music played, rednecks in plad played pool. Bikers in leather jackets hung out by the bar where slot machines were present. Daring teenage boys played darts with the old man that hasn't lost a game since 1962.
I knew most of the guys, they where pretty cool. The bad part was all of them would try to get in my pants, and I'm sorry but that just wasn't going to happen. I didn't like any of them that way. Hell, I hadn't liked anyone like that for one hell of a long time.
I felt someone watching me –that wasn't new. People where always awed by my 'boyish' figure. I was taller than normal women, and stronger than them. By a long shot. Even stronger than ALL the men in here. My muscles showed, and I was far from a stick. I was 5'11 at 153 lbs. Some fat, but mostly muscle. –It wasn't my fault. - I mostly wore guy's clothes; I liked them better than women's clothes. They seemed to fit me better. But maybe they stared today because I wasn't dressed like normal, or maybe it was something else entirely.
Placing my cell phone in my right pocket I tried looking for who was staring. I looked to my right and saw a muscular Indian looking man. He wore all black and even his untidily hair was black and touching his chin. I glared in his direction and turned to my left. A Mexican looking man stared at me as well. Warring jeans with holes, and a red flannel shirt and black vest, his face supporting an ugly goatee. He looked way to familiar for my liking. I sighed and walked up to the bar. I sat in the first empty seat at the bar with an empty seat next to it that I could find. I didn't particularly enjoy being stared at, I may have been used to it, but I didn't like it the least bit. Made me feel like the freak I knew I was.
"Waiting for somebody Jessie?" the bartender Jack asked me as he walked towards me from the other side of the counter. We knew each other well, being neighbors and all.
"Yeah Jack imma waiting on Lisa, she got herself into trouble again." I informed him with a sigh. I really wanted to kill Joe for all the things he had done to Lisa, and probably more women before her. After all, I was a protector, but I asked Lisa if she wanted my help, she refused it, so I had let it go for the time being.
"Oh again?" he asked. "You know what Jessie? I've offered her repeatedly to take care of that guy Joe of hers, but she insists she will be alright." He said shaking his head. I knew exactly what he meant. I had offered as well, I knew I could take on Joe without any problems.
"She turned me down to. She thinks she can change him, but from her voice over the phone, it doesn't look that she did anything but make him worse." I said. "She will get enough of it one day….or she will die. And I've told her that." I said morosely. I hated that man with a passion.
Having to sit here and be a good girl turned my insides. I was born to protect, not sit on the sidelines and watch. I gritted my teeth.
"Haven't we all." He muttered.
We stared off into space for a bit, and in the mist of my rambling thoughts of how I was going to kill Joe, I remembered the guys staring at me. Jack was the perfect person to ask who they were. After all, he was a bartender. Everyone talks to the bar tenders. They are good listeners. Especially when you are drunk.
"Hey Jack?" I asked calling back his attention to me. He jumped slightly and looked toward me.
"Yeah?"
"Do you know the two new guys?" I asked curiously slightly pointing in both directions of the bar that they were in.
"Nope. Not as good as I know everyone else. All I can tell you is that the guy to your lefts name is Hector. We think he's from Vegas." He began pointing at Hector slightly.
"Great, my hometown." I said sarcastically un-pointing my fingers and crossing my arms moodily. Jack ignored me.
"And the one on your right, his name is Damien. Ain't no one know where he's from." He informed me. I nodded. He leaned in closer. "You know Jessie, he comes in here every night at the same time. It's like he is waiting for somebody. he leaves when the bar officially closes, but he rarely drinks, and he never looks at anyone...but tonight, his eyes haven't left you since you walked in." he said.
"Great." I muttered. Just what I needed tonight. A bit of the supernatural was in store for tonight apparently, and I really wished I didn't have to deal with it.
The door opened behind us, wind rushed in and sent chills down my spine, which was odd. Something was definantly wrong tonight.
"Ah here she is!" Jack exclaimed. I spun around in my chair, and sure enough, there Lisa was. Walking in with her big movie-star sunglasses that probably covered up a bruise. She was warring long sleeves and pants, and her long blonde hair was down and covering most of her face. She also was wearing gloves: she never wore gloves. The only part of her skin that you could see was her nose and some of her cheeks. That was not like Lisa. And also, why was she wearing sunglasses.... at night? Only I did that. Which reminded me I needed to buy new sunglasses in the morning. Clearly Joe had beaten her pretty badly this time. I rushed to her.
"Heya Hun" I greeted and hugged her, to rough considering she scolded me,
"Hey, OW Careful!" She said gritting her teeth. I let go of her,
"Sorry I didn't mean to.."
"I know I know. Its fine, I'm just hurtin that's all." She said. I walked with her to the bar, and Damien's eyes followed me the entire time. I could feel it. A chill ran down my spine that had absolutely nothing to do with the cold. I hardly ever got cold here in Montana.
"Heya Dear." Jack greeted Lisa. She smiled slightly and sat down in my seat. I took the one next to her, not caring enough to say anything.
"Hey Jack." She greeted weakly back.
"What happened?" he asked her, worry in his voice.
"I expect you can guess. I don't want to talk about it." she said. Jack got her a drink.
"If you let this go on any further, he's going to kill you." He told her. She took a long drink.
"Yeah I know..." she sighed. She took off her sunglasses. I gasped.
"That's it, your staying with either me or Jack." I told her sternly. Her left eye supported a bruise. She was hit so hard her eye was so black that there was no blue.
"He's going to come looking for me. " she whispered.
"I don't care. If he does, I'll take care of him." I said getting angry. I shook slightly. I turned back to Jack,
"Jack, get the gang together, get that bastard out of my town before I do something I will regret." I told him. Jack new my little secret. He knew what I turned into when I got mad. He nodded to me. Lisa wanted to protest, but I wouldn't let her.
"Now you listen to me, you should have gotten rid of him a long time ago. Now your sitting around your house wondering when your gonna get hit next. No one deserves to live that way, so I'm not going to let you." She heaved a sigh and took a drink. She knew she was being overruled.
She drank so much in so little time. Three bourbon and cokes, plus half a pack of Marlboro cigarettes in maybe thirty minuets tops.
"Wow Lisa, I get two drags in and you have one smoked. I get half my drink done, and you have three….see what I'm getting at here?" I said to her, concern deep in my voice.
"Yeah I know." She nodded. "Shut up." Lisa said with a smile, Lisa's answer to everything : shut up. I smirked.
"There's my girl." I murmured. I wanted to pat her on the back, but I knew that she would scold me again. He probably hit her there to or something along those lines. I glared at the counter. I wanted to hurt Joe in more ways than any human could. I wanted him to see a different kind of monster than the one he saw in the mirror every day. I wanted him to be terrified. I wanted him to be afraid of a woman for once. For the first time in a really long time, I wanted to let the heat in my spine overtake me and shake my body out of existence for a split second. I wanted to be a bad person, I wanted to be the monster inside of me. I glanced over my shoulder, just for something to do, and Damien still stared at me. This was something I didn't want to have to do, but was going to do something anyways. Creepy stalker dudes are not my forte.
"Hey Lisa, I'll be right back." I said. She simply nodded, probably not even caring. I got up, heading for the ladies room that I would seek refuge from if it got to weird with this Damien.
I was walking to him and he watched every move I made. I swear I could get a werewolf-ish vibe from this guy. I quickly shook that idea out of my head, that wasn't who I was anymore. I stopped right in front of him.
"Is there a problem?" I asked putting as much menace into my voice as I could manage. As soon as I looked into his eyes I wished I didn't. He must have been hypnotic or sudden rush of memory prone, considering that's what happened. In a few short seconds I saw my supernatural life flow right before my eyes, just like it did every night in my dreams. It took him a minuet, but he replied.
"Not in your eyes no, not yet. But I actually do think you are quite beautiful." He said and stood up. He towered over me, something I wasn't used to. He had to have been 6'8 or more, considering I was 6'1 and he towered. The werewolf vibe hit me again.
He was overwhelmingly huge, he was muscular, and, like I said before, he towered over me. I had to crane my neck just to look into his dark brown eyes. I glared into them.
"Really now? And that why you've been starting at me since I walked in the door?" he looked at me like he was trying to communicate something into my eyes, but I didn't notice whatever it was.
"That and…other things." He answered. He began to play with the short ends of my hair. I wished I had a hair tie with me.
"Other things? Like Supernatural things?" I asked in the same tone.
"I can't tell you at the moment." He said, still looking at me like I was missing something important.
"Right. Um, okay…I need to uh, use the ladies room." I said pointing to it. He let his hand drop.
"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." He said and sat down again. I smiled as pleasantly as I could and walked away.
"I'm sure your not…" I muttered under my breath walking into the ladies room.
My safe place, my personal refuge in this stupid bar. Glad to be in it, I realized I didn't even need to use it, so I washed my hands and smoothed down my hair and redid my eyeliner, you know, normal girl stuff. I would have sat on the counter and had a smoke, but my cigarettes were with Lisa. Finally I figured it was enough procrastinating, and I might as well head back out. I choked down the werewolf vibe I didn't want to feel and walked back out.
No Damien. How Odd. "Huh" I sighed and looked around, he was talking to Jack at the other side of the bar, in the area where all the bikers where located. I walked back to Lisa who was sucking down yet another drink.
"Taste Good?" I muttered. She heard me and nodded.
"Mmhmn." I rolled my eyes and took a cigarette. "Not like I'm going to be getting my wish and dying any time soon." I thought bitterly and took my third drag.
I knew I had to start over soon. Everyone always commented on how young I looked for 26. I really looked 21, but I knew they would start to get suspicious after they realize I never did anything a normal woman does, and that I always go hunting around time of the full moon, no matter the weather conditions. On full moons I HAVE to run at least ONCE during the moon phase. -And no, I didn't have to run around as a giant wolf. Knowing that made me smile inside.- Which they had already began to ask questions, especially the really girly ones. I shrugged it off for now. I would think about that when I really needed to. Right now, everything was fine. Lisa needed my help tonight, and I could push off my supernatural problems to help my one friend.
I knew she didn't need anyone to talk to, just someone to sit with her while she stared off into space and drank whiskey. I was happy to be here in a way, I got to get a night off of doing practically nothing unless I had a project going in the garage, which I currently didn't have.
The bar would be closing in three hours. 'What am I going to do for three hours?' I thought miserably. I would find something, I had to or I would go crazy. Not like I wasn't already crazy, but I might go crazier.
After an hour or so of just sitting there making small talk with a Lisa that clearly was in no mood to talk, I challenged a guy to a game of pool, and won all too easily. This guy had no skills. He couldn't aim properly, and he kept going for the eight ball. Complete idiot. I knew Damien was watching, I grew to accept that and somewhat ignore it. I'd forgotten about Hector, until he came up to me.
"Nice form hot shot." He said looking me up and down.
"Thanks…I guess…" I muttered. He smiled and held his hand out.
"I'm Hector." He introduced himself. I took his and shook it.
"Jessie." I said, unwilling to talk to him. He felt weird too touch, and also way to familiar. Maybe I was losing my mind for the first time in 8 years. I let his hand go as soon as I finished saying my name.
"You played pool nicely." He complemented. I turned away, getting the balls back out onto the table.
"Thanks, I've had practice." I said.
"How long have you been playing for?" he asked.
"Since I was six." I unwillingly answered. I just wanted him to leave me alone, was that too much to ask?
Apparently for Hector it was.
"How old are you now?" he wondered.
"Twenty Six." I answered. He smiled at that.
"I'm twenty eight, what a pair we'd be huh?" he said with a husky laugh.
"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed, "Because you see: we won't be a pair." I said and slammed my pool sick on the table and began to walk away towards the bar, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
"Whoa hot shot, leaving so soon?" I looked at my wrist and trailed my gaze up to his eyes, glaring.
"No, I'm leaving this part of the bar." I spat at him and tore my wrist away from his, with much more unhuman force than necessary. -Childish and girly I know, but it was all I could come up with at the moment.-
"Feisty, I like that." He said. I snorted and got into the safety of Jack before he could do or say anything more.
"Who the hell was that?" Lisa snorted.
"Some guy named Hector who thinks he can get into my pants if he charms me with his idiotic charm enough." I complained.
"Pfffft! A guy like him can only wish to have someone like you!" Lisa exclaimed.
"That's why I don't have to wish." Damien said from behind me suddenly. Startled, I flipped around in my chair.
"Say what?" Lisa asked, clearly as confused as I was.
"I don't have to wish, because I'm not like him."
Damien clarified.
"And how would we know that?" I asked him.
"Just look at me, do I look like a sex driven freak?" he asked, all emotion wiped clean from his face. I shuddered looking into the mirror; I remember when I was like that. Lisa turned around in her chair and looked him over.
"Do I have to answer that question tonight?" Lisa asked slurring some of her words.
"No, you don't." he said with a smirk.
"Hey Jessie!" I heard someone call me from near the pool tables. Damien tensed for an odd reason, but I pushed that aside for later observations. I looked around Damien's massive torso for who had called me, and wished it was someone, anyone else. It was Hector. 'Great. Just what I wanted.' I thought.
"What?!" I called back getting more aggravated than I knew I should let anyone see.
"Come over here and sit on papa's lap! We will talk about the first thing that pops up." he called back with a laugh.
"Kiss my ass!" I yelled and stood up, instantly beginning to loose control. I was shaking slightly.
"You know that's exactly what I want to do hot shot!" he yelled and laughed. Without making a conscious decision I lunged forward, ready to attack. Damien caught me as I sprung.
"Let me go!" I growled in his ear –smelling more than just one wolf as I was getting closer to my breaking point, my shudders coming close to violent- as Damien wrapped his arms securely around my waist.
"Not now, we are in the middle of a crowded bar, save it for later." He whispered urgently in my ear. Something about his tone told me to back off. For now.
I sighed and gave up. I took a few deep breaths and all my vibrations left me. I felt him smirk and he easily lifted me to set me in my chair. He let me go once I was securely in it.
"Oh what hot shot? Cant handle a man like me?" Hector asked. He was near enough for Damien to punch now. I was hoping Damien would do just that.
"No, actually men like you make women like me have to hold back from throwing up." I said, glaring, starting to shake again.
"You just don't know what a real man is then." He said and took another step closer. Damien put himself in
front of me, shielding me in a way.
"You call yourself a man?" Damien asked turning toward Hector crossing his arms on his chest casually. I thought I saw his muscles flex. Hector closed the small distance, craning his neck more than I had too to see Damien the eyes.
"Yeah, and I call you a pussy." Was Hectors reply.
"Funny, because I call you he same scum that real men wipe of the bottoms of their work boots every day." Damien replied, I could nearly hear the smirk in his voice.
Hector laughed and took his vest off, throwing it somewhere.
"You wanna go esae?" he asked starting to sound like a Mexican from Las Vegas if Id ever heard one.
"Out of my bar Hector!" Jack roared in Hector's face, pushing Hector away from Damien.
"I'll be back." He said looking at me, with a promise in his eyes. I didn't like the look, it reminded me of HIM. I shuddered and it had nothing to do with my anger. The bar's infamous bouncer came up behind Hector.
"Lets Go." he growled to Hector. Hector smiled at me and winked. "See you soon love." he said and walked out. I shuddered again and my stomach churned. He used to talk to me like that. I had the feeling that this wasn't the last I would see of Hector, and that Hector probably wasn't Hector to begin with...
"Sick bastard." Lisa mumbled nearly unphased. I, on the other hand, was very disturbed. To many memories slinking there way back into my mind all in one night was in no way healthy for me right now. Damien turned around, pain spreading across his face as he processed my facial expression.
"Don't worry. Nothings going to happen to you, I promise." He tried to soothe me.
"I can take care of myself." I said. My voice sounded much stronger than I felt.
"Of course you can." He said and smiled.
After a few moments of staring at him, I decided to break the silence.
"So where you from?" I asked him casually.
" Miniwa, Wisconsin, you?"
" Las Vegas , Nevada ."
"Ahhh tourist Ville."
"Cha. Damn place full of druggies, tourists, rapists, and police who never gave a damn." I said with a shrug. "Don't know why anyone would want to live there." I continued. "Weather sucks almost as bad as the people. Few good people I do have to admit, but they hate it like I did." I rambled on. I looked at him and took a drink. He was quiet; I suspected he knew I wasn't done rambling. Smart man."I'm originally from here in Montana you know? Yeah I was born in Polson, then when I was eight we moved to Vegas, stupidest thing my dad could have ever done…" I said and drifted off, unwilling to explain why it was so bad. I took another drink, and he was still silent.
"Aren't you tired of listening to me ramble?" I asked putting the glass down.
"Not really," he answered "The more you talk, the more I learn about you." He said with a smirk.
"I see, well what part of town do you live in?" I asked.
He pointed to his right, "About seventy feet that way." He replied unphased.
"Ohhh you live in the haunted cabin huh? Fun stuff Id bet." I said rolling my eyes. There was stuff there, but nothing that came close to scaring me. I've been in love with scarier things than that.
He snorted. "Yeah, it isn't that haunted though, I've been in scarier places." My eyes went wide as he said almost what I thought. He smiled a smug smile. "Want to go check it out?" he asked me. Lisa nudged me before I could say no, I've already been there, not that interesting.
"You are going, and Jack will take care of me, and take me to his house to sleep a while." She said slurring her words some more. I had no idea where this was going, so I handed her my spare key,
"Take this, and when you get tired of Jack, you can come on over whether I'm home or not. Your welcome to use anything in the house, I don't care what you do, just don't mess with the things in my garage." I said smiling at the last part. She took it with a smile. "Have fun." She told me. I winked at her.
I turned around at Damien, putting my cigarettes and lighter into my left pocket, "Well let's go then." I sighed. He smiled at my
willingness to visit his place. He held out his hand and I took it.
"Ya'll don't come back now, ya hear!" Jack and Lisa called at the same time. I couldn't help but laugh as I tripped my way out the door, Damien caught me of course.
"Where's your Jacket?" he asked me swinging his onto his shoulder.
"I don't need a jacket." I shrugged.
We walked to his house in near silence, my hair knotting and whipping around in the heavy winds. I decided to break the silence.
"You're not some creepy serial killer or anything are you?" I asked nearly jokingly.
"Nah, I'm just a werewolf." He replied. I froze, a reaction to stress, I picked it up from an old friend. I looked into his eyes and realized he was serious. I could have phased right there and ran for it, but I waited it out.
"You're serious aren't you?" I asked dropping his hand. Id dealt with almost everything supernatural. Werewolves, vampires, demons, pixies, fairies, dragons, you name it. Hell I was a werewolf. But that was one volt I just didn't open often.
"I have secrets, just like you do." He replied. That's a yes. I began to walk into the forest, cursing my Vampiric best friend Phoenix for the ground he walked on. He always said he'd find someone like me and send them after me, for love of course, nothing bad. But why now? Damien followed me.
" Phoenix didn't send me; I've never met the guy." He said. Great, a mind reader. Anything to make his life easier right?
"Whatever." I said knowing where I was going. There was a big pond not far from here. I'd escape in that, if things got too bad.
As I walked in silence, Damien followed nosily behind me; a pale white figure stepped in my path. I recognized him and once.
"YOU!" I shouted in a growl and pointed at Phoenix
He looked at me innocently.
"What? I thought you'd be happy to see your brother. " he said holding his arms out for a hug. I didn't go near him.
"You sent Damien to find me didn't you?!" I said my voice sounding higher than normal with all my frustration.
"No whose- oh him." He said as Damien stood at my side.
"No I didn't send him." He clarified. I knew he wasn't lying, but I didn't care.
"What are you doing here then?" I asked.
"I'm here to warn you that Grime is back." He said slowly and clearly. I recoiled from him like he hit me. My mouth fell open and I took several steps away from him, remembering the feeling I had about Hector in the bar.
"Don't say that." I warned him.
"I don't want to, but it's true." he said pulling his eyebrows together in worry for me. " And he wants you, so be careful and try not to get yourself killed." he warned. I was silent, still looking at him with a glarful gaze. I don't know how long I stood there thinking. I just couldn't seem to wrap my mind around what he just told me. He interrupted my thoughts and images that flowed through my head without my permission. "And for goddesses sake PHASE!!" he roared the last part at me. I glared more, getting angrier by the second.
"No." I growled. "That's not who I am anymore."
We stood there glaring at each other, and his eyes suddenly turned red, thirsty. He looked at me like he was hungry for MY blood. I growled as he lowered into a crouch, ready to spring. I knew what he was doing, and it was working. I was shaking violently, and there was nothing I could do about it. –we where mortal enemies see, it was natural for me to get this way in this circumstance.- he leaped at me and I phased uncontrollably. I snapped at him and nearly caught his hand in my mouth. Even after almost a year of not phasing, it was still way too easy. My body already knew what it was doing without me having to think about it. I was now mad and furious. It hurt to phase, but my anger made it go along faster.
Phoenix had backed away, and his eyes where no longer red. He tricked me into phasing, just like I knew he was. That made me even madder. I was mad at him, I was mad at myself, I was mad about anything and everything that was going wrong in my life. I launched myself at the –now calm and un-thirsty- vampire again. A wolf blocked my attack, sending me flying back and almost hitting a tree.
"Jessie calm down, it was the only way." Damien sent soothingly. Oh no, this wasn't good, that was only supposed to happen in the La Push pack.
I backed away from him after I regained my balance. That could only mean one thing: he was using his mind reading powers to a point where I still wasn't safe. And, why was he choosing the bloodsuckers side? what did he know that I didn't?
"Jessie don't be silly, he is your brother." He said misinterpreting my growl and sudden change of stance. My eyes flashed from Damien's to Phoenix 's – Phoenix who was absentmindedly picking up the shreds of my clothes and the things that where in my pockets- and he looked up to me. I heard a fierce growl that didn't belong to either three of us. I turned slowly, not expecting to see what I saw. Three, pale, white as snow vampires, each whose eyes where glistening red, staring at us. I responded with a growl of my own, not thinking about it.
"NO JESSIE!" Phoenix roared as I tensed myself to spring. I didn't even spare him a glance as I bolted into the trees, not willing to fight a vampire right now, much less three vampires right now.
"Jessie." I heard Damien whine at me. I had no clue where he was, but he was probably following me.
"Jessie," he said again, sternly this time. "Slow down, let's talk about this, I can help."
I ran faster into the darkness, and looked at the Moon. it was full. how cliché.
"Jess." He said getting frustrated. "Don't make me make you down." he said. I snorted.
"Id like to see you try." I thought. He didn't know me when I was in this form. I was stronger, faster than other wolfs, because of my bloodline and magickal abilities. I was a lethal fucking weapon.
I pushed faster, not breaking a sweat. I would go to Washington . I had friends there. Friends like me. Werewolves. They protected their lands in the small town of La Push, near Forks. I'd only met the leader of the pack, Sam. I was just passing through at the time. Him and his pack where hunting a vampire when I was there. Victoria , I think he said her name was. He described her for me, I was willing to help, but id caught wind of the Cullen's, and told Sam I didn't have enough self control to honor the truce he had with them. At the time, I just couldn't do it. I was running away from home because I had nearly killed Phoenix, only because he had gotten to close and I lost control. I'd planned to visit, I just hadn't gotten around to it until now.
In the midst of my thinking about the La Push Pack, I was hit by something hard and cold coming at me from my left. It was Phoenix, and he had knocked me down for an instant. I got up and looked at him, my teeth bared. His posture was radiating anger now. I didn't care. I had no wish to talk to him at the moment. It Looked like it was going to be a tiring trip after all. I shot another angry growl at Phoenix and then I ran full speed, trees passing by barely noticeable in my peripheral vision. Damien kept up with me at first, but after about ten minuets he began to fall back.
"Jessica, please. We just want to help" He begged.
"I don't need your help. I'm leaving this fucking town TONIGHT." I thought stubbornly.
"Where are you going?" he asked, unaware of my thoughts. Apparently he could only hear my thoughts when they where directed to him. Which was a good thing.
"I'm going to La Push. You can't stop me. " I told him. He didn't like that one bit.
"But we have to deal with Grime." I shot him a sour look still running.
"If he wanted me dead I would be. I'm not too worried." I told him.
"You're Terrified! That's why you're running!" he exclaimed.
"No! I don't want to kill my friends, that's why I'm running!" I shouted at him in my head.
I was suddenly longing for Sam's understanding. He was the only one id met that was like me, the only one that hated what we where, but loved the freedom, the speed, the ability of being the only thing about to frighten a vampire. Werewolves where the only thing that could kill a vampire. Except for another vampire of course.
"Let me come with you." He pleaded.
"No." I told him sternly.
"Why not?" he asked in a hurt voice.
"Because, I don't know you and I don't want your company right now." I told him. He retreated, and I wasn't at all guilty about it.