Hi, I haven't finished my other story and here I am starting a new one. LOL. Anyway, this story is more dark, more intense and much more descriptive and explicit then forever, no more. Starts before Bella comes to Folks, she is 18 and Jacob will be 17. This is a Team Jacob story, slightly (very) anti-Cullen. Please read to find out more…

Following Destiny

Chapter 1 - Red Eyes and Bloodlust

Strawberries. Delicious mouth-watering strawberries. Combined with every precious drop of her blood. It was mixed with something else. Something intoxicating. Something that would put you on high. Put you in frenzy. Drive you crazy. James could tell that by simply sniffing the air, which was masked in her luscious scent.

It belonged to him now. She belonged to him now. A puny little human was no match for him.

The owner of this unique wonderful scent was a simple human girl; James was astounded at how succulent she smelled. Venom pooled in his mouth. She had it, the blood. The thing he lusted for everyday. It was going to be his.

James surveyed the girl's movements from a tree, observing her load luggage into a car. Her parents were already seated, into the two front seats. James almost felt sorry for the girl, having to put in her baggage herself, but she would not need it anymore. James was glad, no, he was delighted that the girl's parents didn't care so much. That was perfect. Nobody would miss her.

Digging his rock hard nails into the bark of the tree roughly, James detained back every screaming molecule of his body to lung out of his hiding place and sinking his teeth into the innocent little human. Drain her dry. Let the blood relish his smouldering throat…NO. Not yet. James kept his forever-wavering attention on the petite human girl as she slipped into the car with her parents. The engine roared to life, and they drove out of the driveway and on to the narrow road. Well, whatever journey they were making, they would not get there. Not if he had anything to do with it.

As the car took off down the road, James flung himself down from the tree, and flitted across the street to where he had parked a stolen Ferrari. Faster than lightning, the Ferrari zoomed off at an illegal speed, after the girl with the juicy scent directly as possible. Making sure he stayed hidden behind other cars, but had his attentive gaze on her car, at all times.

Normal vampires would have, swooped out and drunk the human while nobody was watching. However, James liked a challenge. He liked playing games. Letting his prey wonder half the country before devouring it. It was fun. In a weird sadistic way. Who cared though? All long he got what he wanted, he was happy.

James's mind wandered back to the point he had been changed, several years ago. Well, three days of excruciating pain was so worth it. Now he had everything. Humans. All he needed was humans. Just years ago, he was the prey. Now he was the predator. Many people would think it was wrong, drinking from humans; however, it was survival, every man for himself. Humans were what he needed to survive and humans he would have. Nothing could stop him. Well, maybe except one thing.

Just a few days ago, he'd been in Forks, Washington. Moreover, he had come across the strangest type of vampires. Who thought they were clever by inventing another way to survive. Drinking from animals. Weirdos What was weirder? They actually went to school. Nevertheless, wait it gets worse; they had a treaty with Shapeshifters! With fucking dogs! His and their enemies. Had they lost their minds? James didn't think they had any brains to start with if they were drinking animal blood.

James felt an involuntary shudder run through his hard marble body. It was usual for him to be afraid of something, but these dogs were scary, and they had something painfully creepy about them. He felt no need to drink their blood; it smelled disgusting, so sour, and bitter, like vampire poison …quite the opposite from his human quarry….who smelled mouth-watering, like an addictive vampire drug.

Anyhow, going back to the wolves, James found it extraordinary about how they could fit wolves so enormous, in a human body. It was smart though. If something ever went wrong with the dogs, or if any of them got they could turn human and not be blamed.

A cold smirk covered James's face. Vampires were never blamed. They were much too fast and strong, they had never ever been caught. Anyway, James had gotten sick of that place quickly as he was departing; he came across the chief of Forks' house. That's when he first smelled her, his blood beauty. The scent at the house was faint, as if had been years since she had last been there. Therefore, he followed it and it brought him here. He had hidden out in this tree for over a night, waiting for her to be by herself, but she never was. Soon, James discovered she was leaving, so he devised a plan to follow her. He planed it out in his head. Follow. Catch. Deplete. He loved it, the thrill he got, every time the prey tried to run, (Not that she knew she was being hunted) then the sound of their dying screams as they clawed at his indestructible body, trying to escape his powerful grasp.

As his prey's car pulled up to a service station, James pledged himself that he would drain every drop of her, he knew if he left even one drop of blood, she'd turn into one of him, then try to kill him afterwards, and Vicky would be jealous. Sigh. Victoria, she was James's vampire mate, she always demanded his attention. She demanded for his body. She didn't like it when he drank from a human girl, James knew she feared the female would change and steal him from her. His blood beauty was a gorgeous being; he might have to reconsider…who cared what Victoria thought….

James was jolted back to earth as her captivating scent hit him again, he glimpsed up to find her getting out of the car with a tall blonde woman who looked and smelled nothing like her. Nevertheless, James could notice the similarities in their smiles. She must have been her mother. The mother and daughter stood by the automatic doors of the service station, talking. James tuned into their conversation.

"Bella, please, you can still turn back you know, we can still go home." her mother pleaded with her, taking her hand.

"No, mum, I want to go and besides I haven't seen dad in years, he probably misses me." Bella assured her mother, pulling her hand out of the grasp, spinning around, and entering the service station.

James saw this as his que, he extracted his shades from his front jean pockets and slipped them on, opening the door of the Ferrari, and he stepped out into the mild air, and made a direct beeline for the service station. Merely after the scent of Bella who had gone inside, he could feel it now. She was so close. A thrill rocketed through him, as he could almost taste the thirst-quenching thick red liquid in his venom-enclosed mouth. The scent was strongest in the girl's bathroom, he glanced around and slipped inside, and finding it empty except for one cubicle locked, heavily surrounded by her scent and paced beating heart. It was her. Putting his plan into action, James slipped inside the cubicle next to hers and almost audibly cleared his throat.

"Excuse me," he called into her cubicle, perfectly mimicking Victoria's voice, tapping the metal lightly enough to get her attention on the other side, "There's no toilet roll in here, can you roll some over please miss?"

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Bella

That voice. She had heard it before. It was the same ones from her nightmares. That same voice had told her, 'I'll kill you for killing him, this is any your fault, you puny little human, you must pay!' she heard that before she woke up screaming almost every night for the last two years. Bella was horrified, who was this woman? Why did she want to kill Bella? Who had Bella killed? This was terrifying. Ever since she had left the house this morning, she couldn't divest yourself of the feeling that she was being watched, eyes seemed to follow her everywhere she went, she had tried to convince herself it was only her imagination, but her head knew better. Red eyes. She saw every time, the second before she died. The only thing consuming her mind as death overcame her in the nightmare.

Bella's heart pounded against her rib-cage her heartbeat going a hundred miles a second as fear rapidly began to stir in her chest. She reached down, pushed the toilet roll under the small hole, and unlocked the cubicle door, feeling the unexplainable desire to get out of there and run as far away as she could.

As she stepped out, something cold and hard constricted roughly over her mouth, cutting off her heavy breathing. She felt her arms get yanked behind her back harshly and brutally, feeling them getting tied together with something rough, like jagged rope. The same cold, hard item closed around her eyes, leaving her dying world in darkness. "You are mine, now." A man's voice whispered in her ear. Wasn't it a women?

She could feel him close to her ear, his cold breath, freezing her neck, making her quiver violently in both cold and fear.

Whoever this man was, standing there with Bella's arms tied behind her back, and hands over her mouth and eyes. Bella knew one thing. She was going to die. This evil stranger took his hands off her eyes and mouth, slowly and Bella knew she should try to run, but somewhere at the back of her mind. She knew. She knew whatever she did. She couldn't get away, she couldn't try anyway, as his horrifying actions had her frozen in place.

His hands were soon replaced by a blindfold and gag, Bella understood that if she remained calm and still as possible, he was least likely to hurt her, however, if she panicked, he'd probably hit her, beat her up or worse ...rape her. She felt his cold arms wrap around her waist, and lift her up as if she was lifeless. A cold chilly breeze washed over her as she felt herself flying through the air, through the breeze, he light of the sun, lit up her eyes through the blindfold. The man moved silently, stealthily, and quickly. Bella could feel her long air hit her face at the pace he was going. She could not hear a thing; it was as if he had done something like this before.

Terror passed through her as he stopped. The light before her blindfold vanished into utter darkness once more. Bella knew this was it. An old bitter scent was floating around her, as the gag was untied; Bella knew this was her chance to plead. "Please, I'm sorry," She sobbed into the darkness,

"Whatever I did, forgive me, I'll do anything, just don't hurt me." She begged, trying to reach out, but instead crumbling to her knees. "I'm sorry." she weeped aimlessly

Bella heard nothing, she still could not see, as the blindfold was still on tightly. She could feel the hard cold ground around her, and the stench was bitter. "Please….please,"

"No." that same man's cruel voice answered back emotionlessly

"Please….forgive me…." Bella sobbed harder, wretched sound making from her throat

There was a frustrated sigh.

Just then, cold hard fingers began to untie the knot of the blindfold at a snail's pace and Bella felt futile hope. The blindfold fell to her lap and Bella could see again, the light was dim, in the room and you could not see the surroundings. Bella took a long shaky breath as she spotted two legs clad in jeans, in front of her. Oh no, this was real, this was it, she was going to die, this was the end. Bella snapped her eyes shut, refusing to look up at him. She felt him crouch and force her chin up, "What's wrong sweetheart? Don't you want to look at me?"

"No!" Bella said firmly

"Open your eyes girl, look at me."

Bella shook her head firmly, staying stubborn. She felt his cold fingers around her chin tauten austerely, causing her to wince in sorrowful pain.

"I said," he hissed, sounding infuriated, "Look at me!" his finger nails dug harshly into her flesh drawing blood.

She obliged, she opened her eyes slowly and then gasped at the shocking sight.

Red eyes.

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Zayna xxxxx