a/n: I am still fairly new to writing fanfictions, this is only my third and I haven;t been writing for amonth. Reviews and advice welcome! Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY TWILIGHT CHARACTERS!
The Begining
I watched my feet as I walked down the dark alleyway, each step sending up waves of white powder to greet the similar flakes swirling around my head. With every breath, a cloud of steam issued from my mouth, only to be lost in the snow above. There was no real reason for me to lift my head as I walked, listening to the muted sounds of my own footsteps, echoing against the stone walls of the buildings around me. I knew that if I were to lift my head there would have been no point to the action. The blinding snow made sight an impossibility, in fact, no sane person would ever be caught in weather so ferocious that one upturned face could result in frostbitten cheeks and chapped lips.
No, no sane person would ever dare to be out in a blizzard like this, yet here I was, walking in the worst weather this place has experienced in ages. Oh, that's right... I'm not sane!
I walked on, swinging a parcel gently at my hip, as I stared at the lumpy item, wrapped in light brown paper and secured tightly with a strand of twine, I had a brief flashback of why I was out here, walking in impossible conditions.
I saw myself, wrapped snuggly in a blanket next to the fire, watching the pretty snow whirl outside the window, driven by unseen winds. I heard my phone ring and saw myself fighting to untangle myself from the nest that was my blanket. As the phone rang its last ring, one of my hands freed itself and shot out to rescue the phone call. I heard myself answer the phone, and even though the flashback was in third person, I heard the answering reply whispered into my ear.
Hey honey, it's mom dear. "hey mom," my own voice answered. Honey can you do something for me please? "sure mom, what is it," my voice answered back in its uninterested drone, I was still fairly interested in my book. I would really like it if you could drop off the package at my office honey, please? I can't get off work right now. I watched myself hesitate, looking out at the wall of snow that was our weather right now, I remembered the sound of her pleading voice and the puppy dog eyes that usually accompanied it. With a heavy sigh, I once again held the receiver to my mouth, "okay mom, I'll be right there," I listened to her answering breathe of relieve and then the flashback was over.
I looked once again down at the brown bundle tucked securely under my arm and sighed. "Why can't I ever seem to say no?" I groaned under my breathe.
Just then I heard something else, different from the sounds of my own footsteps, but still human. I listened as the faint, throaty sound continued, it seemed to be coming from the next alleyway over. It was only then that I recognized the sound for what it was, it was a laugh. I instinctively turned the corner, towards the echoing laugh still continuing at the end of the long alley way. Of course I was curious, why was someone, other than me of course, out here in the middle of a blizzard, laughing?
My footsteps continued now in a much quieter fashion, barely touching the snow. making the only sounds in the area the ever continuous laughter, the sound echoed eerily against the stone walls. As I neared the consistent laughter, more booming voices joined in, until it seemed more like ten people laughing than just one. Suddenly this didn't seem all to smart. But I still persisted, because, mainly, I was still extremely curious.
Then I saw them. There wasn't ten of them as I had expected, only three, all impossibly huge, and all laughing as hard as I assumed possible. They all swayed slightly, as if there was only a light breeze going on around them instead of this roaring gale. They're drunk, I realized, stopping my feet from moving just as I entered their line of sight.
"Hey... Tony?" one of them slurred stupidly. "Thatss not Tony..." one of the others drunkenly grunted."The last one squinted at me through the snow, seemingly more aware of the biting cold than his friends. "Hey... Guyss, its a baby girl! And the little rat is in our territory!" I shuddered as they all drunkenly nodded and grinned, moving forward like they were all attached to the same puppet string. One was even holding his empty bear bottle like one might hold a club, clearly ready for action.
I looked around frantically realizing to late that they had already formed a circle around me,pinning me against the wall and slowly closing in. Terrified, I racked my brain and stupidly said the first thing that popped into my head. All the while inching my hand towards my pocket. "Um....I...I'm not a baby, I'm seventeen!"
as soon as I saw their malicious grins widen I knew I had said the wrong thing. 'stupid, stupid, stupid!' I inwardly scolded myself. Who the hell tells a group of probable thugs her real age!
The one with the bottle spoke up, this time returning to the throaty chuckle that I had first heard while on my little errand. "My, My, My... didn't mommy ever tell you not to speak to strangers" His laugh slowly grew louder as he stared at my horrified expression, until it rang through the stone alley like a thousand men,
all finding the exact same thing funny. They were almost at me now, the one with the bottle a good two feet ahead of the others. My hand finally inched into my pocket, searching frantically until it closed on the small object, my only defense.
I whipped the small bottle of clear liquid out of my pocket and held it like a blowtorch aimed at my attackers. They all stopped, recognizing what I held but still confused, probably as to why I held it like it was a flower instead of a girl's favorite weapon.
After a while the guy with the bottle still armed in his hand took a step towards me, clearly convinced that I held nothing more than a small bottle of water in my hand. I whirled around as quickly as I could manage, spraying as I went. I got two of them straight in the eyes, blinding them temporarily. I frantically looked around me for the drunk that I had missed, desperate now to get him before he could get me.
A bottle slammed into the back of my skull, shattering into millions of shards and propelling me backwards until I was greeted by the thud of my skull against stone. Warmth spread through the back of my head, and as the first trickle of blood ran down my skull, the wall across from me suddenly exploded, showering me with the dusty remains of plaster, rubble, and bricks. More bricks continued to fly out of the steadily growing hole until it was just big enough for someone to fit through. Then I saw it, moving so fast it was impossible to tell exactly what it was.
Brick shot across the alley pelting the wall beside me with debris and rubble as a large white blur shot out from the hole, slamming into me and tearing at my throat. The impact of the thing threw me straight through the wall and probably broke every bone I had to offer, but that wasn't the worst part. As soon as the thing ripped into me instant pain shot through me like a wild fire, unstoppable and deadly.
I felt blood siphoning out of me, draining out of my every vein, pulled into the creature that was now feeding off me. An instant crippling shock shot through the creature, shaking the creature violently until he finally collapsed forming a limp heap on top of me.
Through the searing pain, I saw three women and one man standing behind the creature, all of them gorgeous beings with coal black eyes and appalled looks upon their faces. The woman directly behind the creature helped him up, her face the most emotion filled, covered with a type of grief only seen in the old movies. Her light blond hair swung gently, framing her angelic face as she pulled the thing who had tried to kill me to his feet.
I would have watched the heavenly beings more, if it wasn't for the fact that just then the fire intensified ten fold inside my body, filling me with the unnatural heat of the unholy fire. Unable to withhold the torture anymore,I let out the most blood curling scream I have ever heard in my entire life. The pain started blurring out the world around me, sucking it all into an universe were nothing but torture existed.
Before it took over completley I heard a low feminine chuckle. " Well, At least we know she's still alive." Then all I knew was darkness, burning darkness.
