Authors note: I basically just toyed around with the idea for this fanfic one day. I'm not sure if I really want to continue it into anything. If you like what you see so far, and would like to read more, please leave a comment. And if I get enough people expressing interest, I'll continue with it. :D
I strolled casually through the forest, touching the rough bark on the trees with the tips of my fingers. I tried to take time out from my life to just go to the forest, and relax. My mind was jumbled, and it felt like someone had scrambled my brains with some kind of kitchen tool. I had been a vampire for about a year now and I was just beginning to get a handle on my new "power".
The word in town was that I was a visiting niece of Esmes, but that was an outright lie. I didn't live with the Cullen's, but they tried to keep me close because of Bella, and also because they weren't too sure about me yet. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I knew why they didn't trust me. For one I had sort of tried to drink Bella's blood once. It was mostly for show though because up until a few months ago I had been part of a newly born/created/whatever army of vampires. Evil vampires. The kind that bite people and suck their blood. But I was a little different then the rest of them. They were completely taken over with bloodlust. I had never liked blood when I was human and a little bit seemed to carry over into my vampire self. Of course when I was "born" I was so confused and hungry that I probably would've eaten my own leg. But seeing the sheer terror in those weak, pitiful humans' eyes when they felt the pain I inflicted on them was a horrible feeling. Somehow I knew I used to be like them and it wasn't right for me to be eating them. I had to keep up appearances for the army though, so I had to hunt humans every so often. But when the Cullen's saved me in that clearing I saw what kind of life other vampires lived. I wanted that life. Tears welled in my eyes, but I pushed them back. Laughing softly at myself, I turned and strode past a towering oak.
I heard a distant noise in the forest and immediately turned in that direction. I sniffed the air, tasted it in a way. I recognized that smell. I crossed my arms around my chest and stood casually leaning against a tree, a smirk growing more pronounced on my face. Slowly a large russet-brown wolf appeared not 10 feet from where I was standing.
"Wanna race, little dog?" I whispered, smiling slightly. We did a strange little dance every so often, my wolf and I. The wolf made a low, throaty bark in reply. Its' tongue lolled out the side of his mouth, a goofy grin taking place. At his response a corner of my mouth crooked up, and I bowed my head, silent fits of giggles threatening to escape. I pushed myself off of the tree, and my legs relaxed into a professional runner's stance. Knees bent, fingertips touching the ground on either side of my feet. I shot off like a rocket, and with my supernatural hearing I could hear the almost silent sounds of the wolf's passage, his path parallel to mine. I dodged trees, and silently, but efficiently, jumped over their fallen brothers. Seconds passed, and the finish line was in sight: a small clearing, with wildflowers and soft fern. I could hear the wolf's heartbeats, like thunder in my ears. 2 heartbeats passed, and then something changed. With a gut wrenching feeling, I doubled over in pain. I fell to my knees where I was, perched on the edge of the clearing. I cried out in pain, then it all went black.