Hello! This is my first fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review. Rated T just in case
This is set after Breaking Dawn, so beware of spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters mentioned (except for new ones I have created) - Stephanie Meyer does.
Prologue:
Running never was one of my talents. And neither was thinking straight in a dangerous situation. Like running for your life. Because that's what I knew I was doing from the moment he stepped out of the shadows. I knew it was probably futile. That he would murder me whatever I tried to do. But still I tried. I never imagined… never considered, just who or what this man was and what he was going to do to me…
~ Chapter One ~
My life never was very interesting. Every day was just like the last. I never properly fitted in anywhere and the few friends I did make turned out to be the very worst ones I could make and I'd found that friends were often worse than enemies. I was an outsider, forever on the fringes of whatever was going on. Bad luck seemed to follow me wherever I went. I hated the fact that it followed my tiny family of two as well. I'd never had a boyfriend and only recently had a growth spurt so I now stood pretty tall. I didn't consider myself ugly, but then I didn't consider myself beautiful. Perhaps, slightly better than average, though several boy's eyes did seem to follow me wherever I went, occasionally, much to my embarrassment.
My life ended when it was just getting started.
My mum, sister and myself were going on holiday to Mexico after several years of saving up. I thought Mexico would be a pleasant change from England and its busy city life. A much needed break. Plus, I had thought, hopefully the shopping opportunities would be as the brochure promised – fantastic and never-ending. Many shops were open until far later than in England and now I was sixteen, surely my mum would allow me to do whatever I wanted. And Mexico offered a LOT of beautiful wildlife so I was sure that this would persuade her to allow me to explore Mexico further on my own.
So I was buzzing with excitement and anticipation all throughout the long plane journey and first day when my mum agreed to let me do, "Whatever I wanted within the restrictions of the law from the hours of five until eleven on day two". I had to admit she was very strict but I knew it was only because she cared about me and my safety.
Day one was pretty boring – we only unpacked and explored some of the areas outside the massive luxurious hotel complex. I was surprised at how few people were milling around – I was pretty sure that it was the height of the tourist season but I dismissed the thought and instead worked on memorizing the areas we visited. Mexico really was beautiful – it was a drastic change from rainy old England. I was beginning to quite like America now. I liked the buzz, the atmosphere that you just don't get anywhere else.
Day two came round quicker than I had anticipated. I spent most of the day swimming with my younger sister Eve in the luxurious hotel pool, while my mum sunbathed. I enjoyed spending time with my sister – she was, I supposed, my best friend. It was when Eve had beat me in a race for the twentieth time, that I noticed the time - half past five. I'd scrambled out of the pool to get dressed in my best floral dress and strappy sandals, grabbed my purse with several hundred dollars (saved up from many years of a gruelling paper round), kissed my mum and sister goodbye and ran off in the direction I suspected the shops to be in.
It didn't take me as long as I thought it would to find the shops as I thought it would – my sense of direction, for once, did lead me in the right direction.
After four and a half hours of shopping and nearing my curfew, I'd exited my last shop, carrying what was probably a quarter of my weight in bags of new clothes. I was hurrying slightly, because I didn't want to be too near the end of my curfew, for fear of my mum never allowing me to go out on my own again.
I'd taken a more scenic route to experience some of the nightlife, both human and animal. I'd had the feeling that an unseen pair of eyes were watching my every movement, but I'd dismissed it as my overactive imagination and thought no more of it.
It was, however, when I'd got slightly off the beaten track onto a shortcut that I began to quicken my pace even more and fear began to flow freely through my system. I heard slight movements behind the trees and felt even more conscious about being watched. I'd had a slight feeling that whatever was watching me, following me, was not human. Not a mugger or a murderer, or even an animal, but something else entirely… Halfway down the track he stepped out of the shadows. I couldn't be certain it was a he or even human (though he looked it) because I never looked at him, as my adrenaline kicked in and I threw my bags and purse straight at him and ran as fast as my legs would go in the direction I'd just come from.
Five minutes of running, I'd calculated, and I could be near people that would hear my shouts. That was, I'd thought sadly, if my pursuer was impossibly slow. I knew throwing my bags at him would distract him for a mere second or two, and that they weren't what he wanted, not really. I knew he wanted me or, my death at least. I concentrated, instead of thinking about my impending doom, on my pace and breathing. Left, right, left right. One two, one two.
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