The fear was more than I've ever felt. Well, second. I don't think of the first.
The wind hit my face as I ran - flew, really - through the wet, muddy forest. I moved silently and never lost my step. I wasn't out of breath, nor would I be.
I ran for my life (if you want to call it that. I do) from my hunter. There were five I think. I was too busy focusing on my escape to count the beasts. I refuse to call these things "animals."
What was I doing here again? I found myself saying. Where "here" was is unknown to me. All I knew was I followed them. I wanted proof I wasn't alone in this world.
I'm a vampire. But not like the movies. No bats, coffins, fangs. I looked human. Well, a human with snow white skin that was hard and cold, purple circles under my eyes, and of course, my topaz eyes. They seemed innocent enough, my eyes, but they're more descriptive than any human eyes.
The things chasing me closed in... I've been on this earth for 120 years, I wasn't about to leave now!
They leapt and I ducked, waiting for the pain coming. I closed my eyes...
That's when I heard him. A soft, velvet voice yell, "Stop!" at my attackers. I looked up and saw not one, but four men that I didn't doubt were vampires. They were too beautiful to be human.
"Let her alone. She's harmless," said the oldest.
"Unless you're a bunny rabbit..." said the biggest. Note to self - don't pick a fight with him.
The ones chasing me didn't like this. That's when I noticed that the creatures changed into five dark-skinned men. Werewolves. I knew I didn't like the smell.
The oldest of the darker men stepped forward. "She broke the treaty," was all he said. What treaty?
"She obviously unaware. Let her be." The oldest vampire was so kind... must have been a strong trait while he was human.
"She's a danger to La Push and Forks. She must be destroyed." I didn't like these dark guys. I glared towards them.
"I'll be the judge of that," said the vampire. He walked closer and stared at me right in the eyes. He was so beautiful, even for a vampire. I couldn't look away.
"She's safe," was all he said.
"How can you be so sure?" It was more sneer than anything. I said some obscenities to myself and I could swear I saw the youngest vampire stifle a laugh. Did he just hear my thoughts?
"Her eyes, Sam. Her eyes are not that of a killer." A name! Finally.
"What about them? Eyes can be fooled." Man, this one wasn't Sam. Don't know why, but knowing names made me feel safer.
"If a vampire only drinks the blood of humans, the eyes stay crimson. Otherwise, they change golden. Hers are golden. So she's safe." He glanced at the youngest with him who nodded like he knew what was asked. "She's coming with us." Before I could open my mouth, the biggest of the group had me in his arms and we were off.
I left my fear with the wolf-men.