His arms were reaching out for me but I wasn't scared. It's not like he could touch me anyway. He was easily stopped by the metal bars of his cell, made of the same metal that wouldn't stand a chance against the fury that burned deep in my insides. "So possum what you in for," his voice was dry and crackly. "Robbing a jewellery store", I whispered in reply. I wished that was true but it was far from it. "A jewellery store! That's nothing. I got murder". His husky voice could barely be understood but he was right. A jewellery store was nothing. To me, no amount of jewels meant anything anymore. Nothing did. There's only one thing I wanted and he is dead. Damian is dead. My Damian. I can't feel anything anymore. I can't even cry. "What's wrong wiv you Possum?" The old man broke my train of thought. I guess spending my time staring at a wall feeling nothing didn't appeal to other people as a good way to pass the time as much as it did to me. I turned to face the back wall away from my irritating neighbour. The gray jail wall was a better sight than he was.

"She's in this one down here." A voice came from the end of the corridor. I turned around just in time to see the metal bars sliding open. What could they possibly want? "Well it's good to see you haven't shredded this cell ," joked a familiar voice, "But I'm afraid you're gonna have to come with me. I have a proposition for you."

"Really? What could you possibly want from me?" He rolled his eyes at my sarcasm then led me into a small room that was completely empty apart from a square table with chairs on either side. I slumped into my chair without saying a word. I was completely sick of Dr Woods confronting me with his stupid propositions. I had everything he wanted but he had nothing I wanted. "Why are you in jail Leah?" He leaned over the table trying to pressure an answer out of me.

"Do you want me to leave?" It didn't work.

"What are you really doing here?"

"I don't know, just hanging around."

"But you are strong, very strong why don't you just leave?"

"Where else will I go?"

"You've never thought about living like a normal person?" I had no reply to that. He already knew the answer and it was NO. I could never live like a normal person because I am just the opposite. I stared into his eyes sending a cold hard message. He recoiled slightly unable to look at me and said, "Well if you want to stay here until you die I obviously can't stop you but I have reason to believe you may be living longer than you think." He tried to look at my face, to see my reaction but my wide eyes were too intense for him to stand. "But I'm dying, I can feel myself getting weaker every second," I replied with obvious disbelief in my voice. "Damian is dead and you know that means I have to die." It's not possible for guardians to live without their bloodlock. Our entire bodies were connected, our minds were entwined and our DNA was linked, even though we lived in separate bodies. In a way we were the same person. Humans and other such creatures couldn't see or feel it. Only guardians could. "Leah do you know how long you've been here?" As a matter of fact I didn't. I had no idea. I hadn't bothered counting days. "Leah?"

"What? No, no idea!"

"It's been a year. A whole year and look at you. You look fine."

"A year..... A YEAR! But that's impossible." I didn't believe him but there was too much truth written on his face. Never has a guardian lost their bloodlock and lived a year. Three months was about it.

"Listen about that proposition. If you were going to die you would already be dead. Something is up. Maybe in some way Damian is still alive." My reaction was faster than I can even think. Before I knew it I was standing and my chair had been flung across the other side of the room. Memories of his death were clouding my vision. I had seen him die. In a way no one could ever come back from. "He is dead." I breathed the words. "I'm weak and I can't feel him. IF HE WAS ALIVE I WOULD BE ABLE TO FEEL HIM!!!!!" I kind of screamed the last words.

"But if there is a chance. To find him I mean, you would take it wouldn't you?" This was more of a statement than a question and it was right. I would take it. He took my silence as agreement. "So what do you think, I'll help you find Damian and you do a favour for me?"

"But how would you even know where to start?"

"You can't feel him. Well maybe you're just not close enough." As impossible as it was, I was kind of interested now. He was my bloodlock. I should always be able to feel him but then again I should be dead too. "While you have been in exile other guardians have felt a strange resistance against a particular world."

"What is it?"

"We don't know. But I was hoping you would check it out."

"Are you sure that would be allowed?"

"You're still a guardian. You are a protector of all worlds and as long as you are still alive you can still do your job. Go to this world Leah. The keeper of this world is living in a small town called Forks. She will tell you all you need to know. She can fit you in there, give you a past and a family. It will be just like you always lived there. Then you can start your search. None of the other guardians will know. What do you think? You'll just appear human to everyone but you can remain Leah Clearwater."

"I think ... maybe ... I say ... yes. I'll do it."


After I did this my aunty showed a heap of writing tips so I will hopefully get better at writing the more chapters I do. Trust me I could have made this way better. If you don't like this TELL ME PLEASE, review and be honest. This is only my 1st fanfic. I also made my profile awesome so check it out.