Hunger wracked her body but did nothing to put a dent in her hurried pace. With every step, she found herself farther away from her home and her heart slowly cracked with it. She was running away, away from all that mattered to her.
Thunder deafened her ears, lightening blinded her eyes, billowing winds pushed aggressively but nothing seemed to matter. She could hear nothing but his loving whispers. She could see nothing but his hypnotizing eyes. She could feel nothing but his scalding velveteen hands. She was hopelessly drowning in love and could do nothing to stop herself.
Oh, Jacob…
I was irrevocably and undeniably in love with you.
***One Month Ago***
She was beginning to tire and run low on supplies. Meaning one thing. Another town full of humans and another week of menial labor.
Slugging what little of possessions she held with her over her shoulder, Amara strolled onto the unforgiving gravel road that seemed to cut through the thick trees.
Within a few feet, chipped paint on an aged wooden slab welcomed her into civilization.
Welcome to La Push
Seemed pretty homey. Maybe.
A sigh pushed past her pouted lips as she trudged into the small town. She hadn't even stepped ten feet into the town and she could already feel eyes on her. A strange crawling sensation crept up her spine as Amara slowed down. Her face remained stoic and still but her nose flared the slightest as she took in a large breath. The fresh woodsy smell met her at first but doubt still filled her. So she took in another breath and was sent into a sneezing fit. Something sickening and sickly sweet invaded her senses and it was far from pleasing. A ground shaking growl ripped through her throat as she let her belongings drop to the ground.
Vampire.
Without a second thought, Amara's feet thundered into the dense woods. Amara took in deep breaths in intervals as she tried to follow the sickening scent. The closer she got, the more mind numbing it seemed.
Left.
No, right.
Up ahead.
Slowing down her pace, the girl let her feet slow down into a casual trot. Her breath was even but her heart pounded through her ears. Ahead in the distance was a silhouette holding some sort of bulk in its arms.
Immediately Amara's eyes were drawn to the slumped figure in the arms of the Vampire. Eyes narrowing, Amara watched as the body was dropped carelessly onto the ground as the man-like creature finished feasting. During this time Amara quickly took in his, or at least she assumed, profile.
Six feet.
Long black hair pinned back with a gold gauntlet.
Pale-ass skin.
Muscular.
Bare feet. A traveler.
Black pants with ripped ends.
Red shirt.
No.
It wasn't a red shirt.
It was white.
Stained red.
So sweet the smell.
So sorrowful she felt as she heard the last breath of the woman.
So hollow were the eyes of the dead.
A growl ripped out from her throat before she could stop herself. Wasting no time, Amara crouched down onto her haunches before lunging forward.
Hands forward.
Hair flying.
Teeth baring.
Nose flaring.
The thrill of battle almost dampened the heavy dread of death.
Almost.