I do not own Twilight.
I must warn you because this has very little to do with Twilight. I'm just writing this because I don't know where else to put this story where people will actually read it. So if you're looking for vampire romance and drama, I have it here. The romance is not overpowering so it might not be what you're looking for.
Now that we have that out of the way,
Summary: Claire has lived a normal life until one moment that changed everything. She saw a vampire and didn't tell anyone. That vampire saves her when the species finally strikes and takes over the human race. What is she supposed to do now?
I did not wish to be in this place. I do not think there are people hateful enough to wish it for me. But the truth is I was, and that meant my worst fears had come true. I was with him. In the corner of the basement where I was still crumpled in a heap on the floor, I felt the ceiling shake. The earth disturbed as dust floated down toward the floor. I stood, still in the clothes I was wearing before. The earth shook again.
My hand held the wall for support.
"Hello?" I said stretching out my voice hoping it would carry over the commotion outside.
"Hello," responded the voice that was all too close. My head whipped around. He was laying on the cot flat on his back with a welcoming smile contrary to his character. He laughed and looked back up. "Forgive the intrusion. I decided to save you without asking permission."
"Save?" I echoed.
"Save," he clarified never tearing his eyes from the ceiling. I was unable to think of a response. Last I'd spoken to Jacob was in junior high. He was a flawlessly handsome high school student at the time. He had girls all over him all the time. My closest friends and I had the hugest crush on him like every other heterosexual female in our age group, and some not. I, admittedly, had been the most obsessed. I followed him one day and witnessed something I'd never should had witnessed. I knew his secret.
"I want to leave," I said firmly. Jacob sighed, as beautiful and the same as the moment I'd first seen him. Dark brown hair and almost illuminating green eyes. His skin pale enough to camoflage in snow.
"Do you hear that?" Jacob said pointing to the sky neither of us could see. The ground shook again with another explosion. In the dark I nodded, feeling foolish because nothing could see me in the shadows. I started to respond verbally when Jacob began to speak again. "That, is the war being won." I blinked in confusion. I paused to think for a moment.
"War? We're in the middle of Montana," I scoffed. Jacob smiled wide, ivory teeth glistening in the dark like his eyes.
"You are not at war with another country. Not in the slightest," he said, his voice a perfect purr in his throat. "You're at war with another species. You have been for four years." I blinked again.
"Four years," I said under my breath. "That's impossible."
"Perhaps long ago any logical person would agree with you. But these days are different. Nothing is impossible," Jacob said sounding smug. He turned to face me. His look alone made me take a step backwards right into a wall. There was no room for me to cower further.
In junior high, when I had first learned about Jacob O'Connel, Jacob was perfect. The perfect gentleman, the perfect athlete, the perfect man. And so I followed him into the darkness out the forest in the outskirts of the city. I was let down at first to see him meet with Zac Attack, the drug dealer at school who dealt anything any junkie in the city needed. At first I was disappointed. Of course this was what was wrong with him. He was a drug addict. Jacob couldn't be perfect.
They talked while I was perfectly quiet waiting and listening to the soft civil. Then I remember the conversation growing more and more heated. In a flash Jacob reached for Zac's vein ridden throat. He'd jumped on him, toppling the addict over in one bound and bit a chunk out of his neck. There was blood everywhere. Jacob latched onto the gaping wound sucking all the blood that squirting in large, but dimishing pulses. And I had witnessed it all from afar, my heart frozen in midair from its bounding leap. He realized I was there turning his face that was smeared with blood the same way my face was smeared with barbeque sauce after a meal of ribs.
When I ran I was certain Jacob was following me. Silently screaming in my mind unable to find a voice in my throat in the dark night. That was long ago. I was older now. Sixteen. I'd never told anyone about the incident. I'd never told anyone what Jacob was, mostly for fear of my own safety.
"Claire?" I shook my head bringing myself back to reality.
"Don't say my name. I want to get out of here," I demanded with harshness in my tone and stomped my foot for effect. Jacob raised a dark eyebrow.
"You don't seem the least bit concerned about the fact I've put you in suspended animation for the last four years or the fact that your entire race is being enslaved for harvesting up above," Jacob mentioned casually. I blinked. In a moment I screamed loud and headed for the stairs toward the door.
"Let me out!" I cried slamming my fists at the door. Stupid, I realized that I should probably try the doorknob first. Suddenly my wrist cracked. I yelped in pain and Jacob covered my mouth with his free hand. A muffled moan escaped as the pain spread in my hand. All the while the vampire stared at me with intense eyes.
"I saved your life from those people on the surface, now don't go blowing it by alerting them that you're here," he scolded. He let go of my wrist. It instantaneously felt fine as soon as he let go. Surprise made me quiet. I looked at Jacob, the handsome natural killer standing only inches from me. Holding me captive. My heart fluttered wildly with panic. My thoughts were blank like an animal's. My actions were driven by instinct alone.
"Don't scream again," he warned.
I did.
Jacob opened his mouth and clasped on my neck. Four teeth punctured smoothly into my skin like an experienced doctor with a syringe. The shock made me quiet. It was a strange feeling having someone make a wound and clasp their mouth around it. I felt the fluid motion of blood leaving me with each suck. This went on for a moment and then the excitement wore away. There was a strange calm, my body went limp with ease.
Before my legs buckled, Jacob led me down into a sitting position on the steps. Then he let go as quickly as he'd jumped me. I didn't turn my head to stare, feeling too numb and drugged to do something like that. I thought maybe I'd died. My body and mind were at ease, ready to travel to the next life. Then I heard him speak which shot that theory down.
"I saved you. Going up there would be devastating for you. They would take you to farms like cows and take your blood systematically. You'll be kept under constant sedation like you are right now," Jacob said. This registered into my brain slowly as I gathered the strength to blink without passing out. Jacob held me steady as I started to wobble. "I wouldn't do that to my number one fan."
I remember a time I would not have mind Jacob picking me up and carrying over to that cot in the corner. I fell on the mattress and bounced slightly. Jacob laid down beside me and covered me with a blanket. My eyes closed and my thoughts drifted. Was he going to kill me?
To be continued. I don't know how well this is going to go over for Twilight fans, but its the only place I know where vampire fans might read this. Read and review and I promise there will be more to come.