-Never the same

AN:Here's chapter 1, I hope you like it. :)There's a few pov changes, but I doubt that will be a problem. Anyway, enjoy!

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I huffed as I struggled to keep up with my companion, Garrett, a fellow vampire as we sprinted through a forest. I thought that I was actually keeping up with him for once, but when his bright crimson eyes made contact with my faded ones, I realized how far behind I really was. I furrowed my eyebrows by the sight of how cold his eyes were. I almost thought that I was doing something right for once, but I realized that I was mistaken. He glared back at me and I could faintly hear him hiss, "Can't you do anything right, just once!" Normally, he wouldn't care if I was behind, but today it was different. Some vampire was hot on our trail. How were we supposed to know we weren't aloud to hunt in this area? I bet that vampire just wanted all of the meat in the area for himself. No matter, we didn't stick around for an explanation. Garrett figured that we wouldn't be able to win a fight against him, especially with me around...So, Garrett knocked him on the other side of the forest and here we are now! Running with our tails between our legs. I couldn't stand it, but frankly, it was our best option at the time.

I managed to force myself to go faster and I could see the forest beginning to clear and I could hear water running, maybe a river, or possibly an ocean in the distance. That could be a good way to loose the bloodsucker that nearly caught us! Garrett, seemed to be thinking the same thing because he sped up and I mimicked the discreet action as best as I could manage.

I knew that the vampire trailing behind us was even closer now. The sound of his heavy footsteps hitting the ground became more clear as his scent hit my nostrils. I felt myself slow down slightly as I took in his scent. The scent of his expensive cologne drifted in the air. I closed my eyes for a moment in ease. He smelled so good, and it was almost comforting. Kind of like your grandma taking a batch of cookies out of the oven. I growled and shook my head to myself when I realized that I was dwelling on something so insignificant. Plus, the thoughts were slowing me down, and I did not need that.

I watched Garrett intently as he jumped elegantly off of a cliff and in to the ocean. He peeked at me and gave me a look that warned, 'don't do anything stupid'. I headed the warning as I focused on trying my best to not screw up. I mean, all I had to do was jump, and swim, right? How could I mess up something as simple as that? As I jumped to the ocean with a clumsy diving technique, I realized that there were many ways to mess up the jump itself. I thought that I was dead for sure when my head slammed in to one of the jagged rocks with such immense force. I let out a cry below the water as the pain set in after the shock. I felt my blood oozing out of my skull and soiling the water around me. I tried to think of a way to survive on my own behalf. Garrett was long gone, because we both understood that if he came back for me he'd die too. The last thing that I could remember was seeing that vampire diving in to the water after me. My vision was getting blurry, so I could hardly see what he looked like as he swam closer, closer, and closer, until I was in reach of him. The only thing running through my head at that moment was, 'I'm so dead...'

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I stopped swimming once I was positive that I was far enough of a distance away and looked back at Carmen. That vampire was pulling her to the surface and dragging her to the shore. I almost thought about going back and trying to get her, but I knew my efforts would be futile. Plus, I didn't want to take the chance of getting ripped to shreds. I'll pass on that. Besides, that was all her own fault. I told her a million times,(probably literally) that if there was a chance of me getting killed, I wouldn't go back for her. Something like this happened before a couple of times, but she managed to get out alive, so she knows the drill. Although, it would be a disappointment if she got killed. It would be nearly impossible to replace her. I've never met a vampire before that was so naive, as well as weak. It made taking advantage of her effortless. Maybe if I was lucky enough, that vampire who was taking her would pity her enough to let her live. I sighed irritated and continued swimming away. Once the area was clear of danger, maybe then I'd see what happened to her.

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I swam to the shore, dragging the unconscious girl, whose species I was still unsure of. I laid her on the moist sand on her back effortlessly. I slapped her flushed cheeks as gently as I could manage. A confused expression crossed my marble skin. Something wasn't right. Looking at her pale caramel skin glimmer in the sunlight, I was sure that she was a vampire, yet she didn't seem like one at all. Any normal vampire that fell from and hit a rock like that wouldn't really be effected like this. If anything, the rock would be. There was a huge gash on her head and blood was flowing out quickly. Also, on top of that, I've never seen a vampire pass out. Except for Renesmee, but that was because she was a half vampire. The thought of another hybrid made me anxious, but in a good way. I threw her over my shoulder with interest. As I began running though the forest, I could feel the blood oozing from her skull and on to my shirt. I scrunched my nose. Her blood smelled just like that of a human's. I didn't know how much more I could take; it was intoxicating. I tried my best to resist the temptation until I reached the house. Someone there would know what would do, and who knows. Maybe someone would know what she is exactly. On the way there, it didn't even occur to me that I was bringing her in to a house with a bunch of vampires who may not be able to control themselves from the scent of her blood...

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It seemed so clear. It happened so many times before, so I guess it made sense for it to be. In the dream I was sprawled on a bed, pinned down by Garrett who was looming over my small and fragile form. His lips trailed from the corner of my mouth to my neck. I balled my hands in to fists tightly and shut my eyes tight as I could and hoped for it to be over soon. Just like that, his fangs sunk in to the flesh of my throat. In the dream, my eyes shot open and revealed a mixture of anxiety, pain, and fear in them. I lifted my arms on to his broad shoulders in a pitiful attempt to get him to stop, but he snatched both of my hands and squeezed them together tightly against my side with one of his hands so that I was unable to push him off of me. I cried out loudly. I was in pain and I was so helpless. I couldn't do a thing to stop him. I never could. Suddenly, the pressure of his fangs left my neck as he lifted his head and looked down at me. Next thing I knew I was slammed against the wall on the opposite side of the room and he was standing in front of me with a sadistic grin as he whipped some of my blood off of the sides of his mouth with his sleeve. The look in his eyes...He was still bloodthirsty.

"Get him out of here!"a voice intruded, as I slowly began to gain consciousness. My eyes slowly opened and as I looked around, everything was blurry, and just like in the dream, my body was against the wall. My hand was immediately pressed against my head when I began to feel it throbbing. I was met again with that warm liquid that was so familiar. Blood.

I looked around the room, just trying to see. The only thing I could see was the vague outlines of people. There were quite a few, maybe five or four. They were all facing me, and I couldn't see the expressions on their faces. For all I knew they could be glaring at me, ready to kill me, or they could have been smiling. I honestly couldn't know. However, I was able to perceive that the mood of the room was tense. I was at the point to where I couldn't even understand what they were saying. It was just unclear noises. I looked at the outlines and saw that one person was being pulled away by another in a rugged manor. I wish I knew what the hell was going on, and on top of that, where was Garrett? I would have felt safer if I knew that he was here with me. My eyes slowly rolled to the back of my head as I began to lost consciousness again.

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After they saw her eyes close and her body become limp, all their curious eyes shot at the one who brought her there. "Emmett! Why did you bring her here!"Rosalie was the first to scold. "You could have gotten her killed..."she added in a mumble, attempting to justifying yelling at the bulky vampire. Everyone in the room knew she wasn't exactly concerned about the girl, but for other reasons that weren't likable.
Emmett put his hand on the back of his neck nervously as his eyes trailed from his shoes to the window. He looked outside where Alice and Carlisle were grasping Jasper who was crazed and he was trying to fight out of their grip. His head whipped around at the house and Emmett could see his lust for blood in his eyes. He shivered slightly at the sight.

"Wow..."Esme muttered to herself astonished as she kneeled down next to the unconscious girl, taking a closer look. "She's no normal vampire, that's for sure..."

"Yeah, I noticed,"Emmett agreed folding his arms and approached the two unusually timid. He felt Rosalie glaring daggers at him, when he showed slight interest in the other girl. Rosalie then turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, and expected Emmett to apologize, and then flatter her. To her dismay, he never did, and she was fuming about it.

Esme turned her head to look at Emmett as she said with excitement dancing in her eyes, "I wonder if she's a half vampire like Renesmee!"

"Could be. Carlisle would know."

"I suppose he would. Well, why don't you bring her to the guest room so that she can rest in there. I'm sure the floor isn't the best place for her to sleep,"Esme suggested standing up moving to the side so that her son could pick up the supposed vampire. Emmett leaned over and touched her very lightly, afraid that she would brake if she was touched. Not only that, but he was fearful of what Rosalie would think of it. He already knew that she wasn't very welcoming to the poor thing.

Emmett placed her on the guest bed as gently as he could have managed. Esme was right on his heels practically, and she moved next to him and stared at the girl. It wasn't every day where they would come across someone new. Especially not this intriguing. Even Rosalie stared curiously in the doorway with her pride prohibiting her to show relative interest.

"Who is she?"Esme asked softly , examining the gash on the girl's head. Emmett sighed when he sensed Rosalie leave the doorway and go outside somewhere. Emmett knew that she only wanted his attention which he was almost flattered by, but he was unsure if it was appropriate. He hated to admit it, but she was being selfish.

Emmett replied uneasily,"Not sure. I found her when I was hunting. She was with some guy and they were trying to feed on a group of men..."

"Hmm. She probably didn't know that the area was off limits. Good thing you found her before those wolves did,"Esme humored. Emmett shrugged and smiled crookedly with his arms folded. He would never verbalize it, but he was happy that he saved her.

"Yeah, I guess so,"Emmett agreed absentmindedly as he headed out of the room in thought, trying to figure out how to get Rosalie to not be angry with him. Of course, he knew that she didn't have a legitimate reason for being angry at him(even though she was), but he wanted to avoid having a pointless argument. However, that was the least of his worries. He was finding it difficult to stop thinking about that girl, and he could never let Rosalie know that. There's was just something about the girl. She was so unique.

AN: I would really appreciate reviews. They do mean a lot. I'd love to know if you guys are enjoying the story so far. Constructive critique is always appreciated too. Oh yeah, let me know if I should keep to having pov changes throughout the chapters, or if you'd rather have only one pov. Well, I guess that's about it, thank you! :)