This is my first fanfic, so please keep that in mind... enjoy :D
disclaimer: i do not own twilight
It was a clear night, the moon was blazing through the trees, lighting the way for anyone willing to venture out of their home. It was peaceful as well; too peaceful an overly suspicious mind would say, with the only sound being the winds brushing gently through the trees and an occasional hoot from an owl.
The moment was quickly tainted as the swishes and thuds of someone running became more and more apparent. If one were to have extraordinary hearing, one would also notice the intermittent gasps and sniffles, accompanied by an occasional soft sob. If one were to look they would see that a young woman was running incomprehensibly, frantically even. And if one were to completely disregard the flailing of her limbs and the speed of her movements and concentrate solely on her face they would find something very odd indeed.
Her eyes were red. That alone could make a grown man tremble. Yet the more noticeable thing was her expression. She was not looking back; in fact, she didn't look like she was running from anything. The expression of total fear on her face was more of something inward. The girl kept holding her arms close to her body and looking at her hands in horror. She moved carefully, as if she touched something, she would break. She glanced at her hands again and for a moment it was as if you could see into her mind.
Fear. Stark, unexplained, incomprehensible fear. So distracted was she with her thoughts that she didn't notice the sudden quiets rustling nearby. She wasn't aware of they sets of eyes gleaming in the dark beside her. She didn't comprehend anything besides her own horror until it was too late.
She came to slowly, her vision blurry. Unfortunately her hearing was working perfectly, judging by the two men arguing outside the door of her current situation. Each syllable was pounding and grinding into her skull. The pain brought her attention to her position. Surprisingly there were no restraints, though she began rubbing her wrists anyway, stopping abruptly when she noticed the flecks of blood on her hands. Giving a soft dry sob she pulled her knees up to her chin. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she immediately froze and started shaking.
No. nonono, not again, no, Please God no.
She stopped breathing. The relief was instantaneous, she almost sighed with thanks but caught herself. A burning liquid was building in the back of her throat. Her shaking intensified tenfold. Caught up in trying to quell the flaming urge, she was startled by the door slamming open. A group of men, wait, not all men, flooded in. She winced at the raw hatred on their faces and prepared herself for the brunt of an attack.
"Where's your coven, bloodsucker?" one of the younger men burst out, a deep frown etched on his features, some of his black hair draping in front of his face like a curtain intent on keeping the rest of the world out.
She gasped and immediately winced again as the tantalizing smells made her throat start burning once again. She began rocking herself back and forth, whispering under her breath in a tortured tone, her eyes never meeting them but never staying still either. Biting back a sob, she looked up at them and with a quivering gulp of air she managed to gasp.
"Bloodsucker?" she smacked her self internally for how her voice shook and wavered.
If at all possible their stares and frowns intensified, causing her to go back to her swaying, not trusting herself to be able to look at them. Suddenly a brisk wind came in through the door, carrying with it all the smells of her surroundings and with it the enticing smell from before. The burning and aching of her throat and lungs became too much as she opened her mouth and started wailing.
"No!" she began throwing herself against the walls of the structure, startling the men. "I won't! Not again! Please God not again!" with an eerie shriek she began clawing at her hands. Sobbing all the while. The strange men looking on in shock until finally one of them snapped out of it, and began to try to hold her down. In her anguish, she didn't notice that she flung him off of her as easily as she would an annoying pet, nor did she notice the younger men's angry reaction and slight morphing of their features.
The oldest looking of them frowned and walked towards the girl and looked her in the eye until she had stopped.
"Then will you tell you what your name is?" he said. His voice reminding her of a rock inside a pillowcase, on the surface it looks soft, but lay your head on it you're in for a surprise.
She looked around frantically, still giving a sniffle every few minutes, her eyes widened in realization and turned back toward him.
"I don't know."