DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR ITS CHARACTERS. ALL I OWN ARE MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS THAT I CREATED.
Each breath she took burned in her chest as she ran, as fast as she could, through the dark, damp forest. Mossy, outstretched branches tore at her sin and clothes in an attempt to slow her down almost as if they were trying to grab her and keep her trapped there with them. Her bare feet pounded the muddy ground. She made a wrong step and slipped, falling and tumbling down a large hill. Rocks and sticks pierced her skin, leaving trails of sticky, red liquid in their wake. She did not scream. Once she had stopped moving, again, she stumbled to her feet and attempted to regain her pace.
The mud beneath her feet had been replaced by soft, wet grass and she pushed herself to keep running though her body was begging her to stop. Without warning there was a break in forest and in the middle of the clearing stood a house. Her exhaustion allowed her to stop and admire it. It was enormous. It seemed to be encased in glass with large white walls shooting up between each window. She heard their footsteps before she saw their bodies; eight figures were coming out of the house toward her. Every sense inside of her body screamed at her to run away. She took one step in the opposite direction and her knees buckled underneath her, forcing her body to fall to the ground. Before she felt the impact of the cool grass against her face, strong hands held her and lifted her up. She couldn't see who held her as black spots danced around her vision. Breaking through the silence she heard a high pitched voice.
"That's her, the girl that I saw in my visions." She struggled to keep her eyes open, to locate the origin of the sound but by this time she could see nothing. Fueled by her fatigue, she began to drift off into unconsciousness but before she did she heard a strong voice.
"She's fading fast. Get her inside Carlisle, you have to keep her alive."
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