Heavy breathing. Two sets of loud thumps from running feet. The crunching of leafs beneath them. These were the sounds Bella heard as she ran through the forest. Every sense was heightened to an almost eerie state. Our poor Bella ran, with only the silver light of the full moon to guide her. She noticed her legs weakening, while her chest tightened and stomach cramped from exertion, but Mind over matter, is what she has always said, and this mere pain did not matter.
She ran with unusual grace, with such speed that her locks of hair, the color of a rich chocolate, flew out straight behind her. Bella did not dare look back. She knew he was close.
Thunder roared, ending her brief period of agility and she tumbled to the wet forest floor. Though she smelled the iron scent of blood, she wasted no time getting up. Bella could feel it, the contrast of the new blood compared to the raindrops, that trickled down from her bicep to her forearm. A new pain surfaced. "Mind over matter," she whispered.
In the distance she began to see a light. She ran harder until her bare feet met gravel. Bella welcomed the pain, and greeted it like a sacrifice. A necessity evil. It was only a short distance away now. Maybe ten feet or so. She wanted to call for help, but he'd hear, and she has lost him for the moment.
Bella had no time to acknowledge the beauty of the house, and how it was restored to a masterpiece. Unquestionably more beautiful than most modern mansions she'd seen back in Arizona. She only noted the massive size. To her though it was already beautiful. Her beautiful haven.
"Help! Help me!" She screamed, while pounding on the glass door. It was incredibly durable. A man answered it immediately. When he opened the door she tumbled onto the hard wood floor, grateful to be covered in light again.
"Are you alright?" She looked up to the man's voice, and was so taken a back that she couldn't make herself accept his extended hand. His face displayed a mask of concern that was almost blasphemous on his angel like face. Bella looked away and remembered why she was there.
"Please you have to help me. I need help! Before he finds me again!" It was then that she noticedsix pairs of the same golden eyes on her. They all looked concerned, but kept their distance. She also noticed their achingly gorgeous faces. The most beautiful of them glared at her, hunched over the stair railing, almost feral like. He had untamed bronze hair that matched the energy of his crazed eyes. He growled then ran from the room.
Bella shuddered, but scrambled on her hands and knees to the glass wall. A dot of light that broke through the trees caught her attention. She placed her hands on the window, then whispered, " He's here."