This is my first fan fiction. please leave a review if you like it! there is a bit of swearing in future chapters and later (way later) in the story more mature content.

CHAPTER 1

I could hear their pounding feet on the ground behind me fading. Out running them was easy. Glancing to the road I could see blue and red lights flashing through the trees and the faint whining of a police siren. I heard the gun go off. Miss! Please miss! I thought. The bullet grazed past my arm. A second later I felt a stinging pain shoot through my arm. Cursing to myself I turned heading deeper into the forest. The ground was softer and still wet from the recent rains. I breathed in the musky, damp yet somehow sweet scent of the forest. I stopped to look at my arm. The wound wasn't deep and had stopped bleeding. Behind me I heard barking.

Sighing to myself I closed my eyes for a moment. Dogs were harder to lose. I listened to the sounds around me. I could here the birds singing in the trees, the rustling of the leaves in the breeze, barking and shouting behind me, concentrating I heard the faint sounds of a river. Just what I needed! I started running towards the sound picking up speed. I could feel the wet branches brush against my legs as I ran. I wondered how far I was from the cottage. A few weeks ago I had found a small cottage with a beautiful garden and a pond in the back in the middle of no where. It was fully furnished with an enormous walk-in closet full of clothes. It was obvious no one had been there in weeks. I decided to stay the night and 'borrowed' some of the clothes. I was going to leave again in the morning.

Except... the next morning there was a basket of food and clean clothes on the doorstep. A note was attached with delicate writing saying I could stay for no more then five weeks and then I had to leave. Everyday there was a basket with food and sometimes something else, new shoes, a good hiking bag, and more clothes. I rarely stayed only coming at night to sleep. For 3 nights I tried staying awake so I could see who was leaving the basket for me. Always at around the same time I would watch the door from the bathroom. One second there was nothing, I would blink, the next second the basket was there. I decided to leave it.

I plunged into the river at full speed and gasped as the cold water splashed all over me. I hadn't even realized I was at the river. As I slowed down and was careful not to slip on the smooth, slimy stones under my bare feet. The water got deeper. It was up to my thighs. I felt something wet and furry rub against my legs. Wait... furry? I looked down to see 4 German Shepherds swimming across. They looked about a year old. A bit young for their first chase. I pondered. We reached the other side where I was welcomed by the spray of water from the dogs. Instead of running I bent down to make friends. They seemed happy enough and started playing with each other, rolling on the soft grass. Definitely too young.

One of them who had eye patches across both eyes dragged a stick over to me. Picking it up I held it over my head ready to throw it when I heard a whistle on the other side of the river. The dogs came to attention sitting down where they were. Sighing I turned to see Chief Swan looking at me, one eyebrow raised. He was panting heavily, his shirt wet through with perspiration. His right hand resting lightly on his gun. "You don't need that" I said motioning to his hand. "Just a precaution" he replied. Laughing I said "After all we've been through you wouldn't shoot me! But I would like to know why you are chasing me?!" I crossed my arms over my chest, shoulders squared. My arm still stung a bit but the blood had been washed away. "Then why did you run" he countered. "Because you were chasing me!" I exclaimed throwing my hands in the air. "Come on. We need to talk. The Seattle police are looking for you. Apparently you look a bit like a suspect in a murder even though I explained who you were and showed them a picture. You look nothing like this girl but when you ran they didn't wait for me to explain." He said. I stared at him not moving. He sighed and did a low pitched whistle. The dogs slightly confused stood up looking from me to the chief and back. "You don't bite the hand that feeds you" I said and with a mischievous grin to the chief I spun round and headed into the forest.

I lightly climbed into a tree and jumped and swung from tree to tree for a few minutes. Hopefully the dogs would just lose the scent and carry on going. I stopped on a wide branch about 10 metres off the ground. Sitting on my haunches I rested my back against the tree. I heard them before I saw them. They tumbled out of the bushes looking around. I recognized the one who had brought me the stick. He looked up and saw me giving me a little doggy grin with his tongue hanging out. He still wanted to play. I wrinkled my nose as a pungent smell came from my right. It smelt like rotting meat mixed in with dirt and rain. A deep growl came from the bushes. I froze. The dogs below me started to back away with their tails between their legs before turning and fleeing. All of them accept the one who had spotted me. He was frozen in fear staring at the trees. Knowing something bad was coming I dropped to the lowest branch and quickly swung down and scooped him up climbing higher up the tree. He whined and looked at me before looking back to the trees.

That's when it came lumbering through the bushes. I looked in horror at the size of it. It looked like a mountain lion but a freakishly big one! I clamped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't make a noise. He lifted his colossal head and sniffed around. I knew then that he would smell me, my wound still open. So this is how it ends... you've got to be kidding me! I was just getting good, really good at this life and now it's going to end! It turned and faced me staring me in the eyes. My instinct told me not to stare, it would just make it feel threatened but screw it. I was going to die anyway so might as well stare back. Its eyes were hard and cold. I couldn't see the colour properly but it was a strange colour. Something bad happened to this lion... The dog in my lap let out a growl at the lion.

Something in my peripheral vision distracted me. It looked like a man. A very pale man with light brown hair spiked up a bit in the front. He was wearing dark jeans and a tight ivy green t-shirt. From here he looked tall and lean but well built. My mouth dropped open. What I wanted to see was his face. He must have noticed the lion! Why was he moving forward! I wanted to shout to him when the lion, which apparently hadn't seen him, sprung itself toward me. It flew towards me claws out; its lip curled showing its yellow teeth. And then it disappeared! I looked down to see the "man" on top of it. He lifted the lion up and threw it into a tree. I stared wide eyed as he crouched over the lion baring his teeth and growled?! He then proceeded without hesitation to pounce on the lion and sink his teeth into the lion's neck. Oh… my… GOD!!!!! What the hell just happened? Am I going crazy?!?! Oh my g-d!! He's sucking its blood out! It can't be true…

He finished within seconds and turned to face me. His face was beautiful. His lips were not thick but not thin either; they were perfect and set in a grim line. His jaw was strong and defined and his nose like all his features was straight and angled perfectly. I looked into his eyes last. I have a slight obsession with eyes, it the only part of a person you can look at and see inside of them. His eyes were a bright gold colour. I had never seen eyes like these. He looked at me with guarded eyes, not showing me what was underneath. He was to perfect. It just proved what I was thinking. "Vampire" I barely whispered before I slumped to the side falling to the ground.

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