This story was written by me (Victoria) and my two friends, Jen and Liz.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters.
Ayra dropped the dead body. She knew how her bites work, but there was nothing left to change. The human was dead. Her body went rigid as she heard people approach. She slowly slid into the waiting darkness. Above her, a lone falcon flew. It normally didn't live there, but it was seeking Ayra. She did not consider it a pet, more of the only friend that the vampire had.
Stopping in an open field, the full moon lit the vampire's features. She had wild crimson hair, and deep green eyes. She wore a black sleeveless shirt and pants. A bright blue spined belt completed her normal look, but tonight wasn't normal. On her back was a faded blue cloak, outlined in silver. On a small patch on her chest was embroidery of a waxing moon and stars.
The punkish vampire lifted her hand to the sky as the falcon descended. It landed lightly on Ayra's outstretched hands. "Hello, Nars." She whispered softly. Nars stared at her with hazel eyes.
Ayra closed her eyes, and placed her left hand on the bird's chest to calm it. Her mind linked with Nars'. Pictures of Edward Cullen flew by, more current pictures, and then a picture of a mini-Edward. Different yet similar to Edward. A relative.
Ayra smirked, what better way to stab her enemy's pride than this innocent's death? "Where are they, my friend?" Ayra spoke softly. One last picture flashed. Forks. It was no more than a day's run away.
"Good, my friend. Good, Nars. Find this child and show me the way in a day." She instructed the falcon. Nars took to the sky. One last picture was sent to Ayra. It was of Edward's "family" and a girl that Ayra didn't know. Ayra leaped after the falcon.
Ayra stopped only once, at a small shack that she was using in that area, to drop off her cloak and to take a leather jacket. She didn't stop again until Nars finished leading her to the young child's house. Ayra swiftly climbed the tree next to his room, and looked upon the boy. So helpless, so innocent. His smell was so similar to Edward's.
She could have killed him that night, but Edward would never know. She would have to make them meet. Disappearing into the dawn, she realized that she would have to wait.
Just as the dim rays touched the ground, Ayra found a lake. It was near the hospital. Slowly, a plan formed. Edward would know, because the Cullens would know when the boy died.
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