Yay my first story! Wooooottt.

I've read a lot, so I get how all of this fanfiction kurfuffle works…

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Pwease? Just a few? Maybe? GrEaT!

PS- all of the characters besides Hayley and any random newbies I decide to add in are STEPHENIE MEYERS, not mine. Get it right, get it tight people.

HPOV

The plane had crashed in the middle of a hot, dry dessert. I could barely see past the bright light of the sun, and the heat dragged on me so that even walking out of the shelter of the wreckage made me want to lie down and give in to death.

At age fifteen, I was a sight to see. My hair - a deep, burning red that my mother used to say looked like an ember burning after a fire had already gone out - was a mess in tangles and dirt and matted to my neck and forehead. My green eyes were dull and tired, with harsh black circles I could feel surrounding them. A severely broken rib on my left side left my half of my chest looking like a painting by Picasso, with a deep, formidable cut running from the end of my hip to nearly the top of my bra. It had happened when the plane went down, after the …

My mind went completely blank. I looked up, looked around at the wreck. I was sitting in what used to be the pilot's room thing, the cocks pit I think, with all the controls. Some lights were still blinking, faintly. The bodies of the other passengers were all dead, I had only survived because I was literally on the bottom of the plane, in the storage compartment, and the plane had flipped upside down unexpectedly. Or maybe not.

The plane had been filled with bodies, just bodies. Bodies with things inside of them. Silver things. I don't even know what they are, I just know. I had hidden, in a suitcase, and prayed that they didn't believe in security. They hadn't. I didn't get caught and the unexpected fake family of three would have been missing an entire suitcase full of clothes, had they landed safely in Hollywood. Too bad for them, they would never know that a third of their clothes had been left in Arlington Internation Airport back in London.

I looked out into the wasteland of Arizona's hottest hell, wondering what I was going to do. There were plenty of drinks and snacks on the plane, but nothing sustainable and nothing that wouldn't go bad in a few hours without electricity.

As I was taking another swing of Pepsi, a flash in the desert caught my eye. Was that movement? I tried to look harder, but outside was so bright, and I had such a rager headache already.

There! Definitely movement. Someone (or something, I reminded myself,) was out there. Trying to be sneaky, probably. Maybe a seeker. I shuddered.

Where could I go? There was no where to hide, unless I wanted to climb over death, and that really didn't sound appealing. No, better to just wait for them here. I was as good as dead anyway.

I finished off the Pepsi. Might as well have as much good stuff as I could before I was taken and filled with a Creep, anyway. Ruin this body for a…a… bug.

I could see the man now. Definitely human shaped. He was tall, with tan skin and dark hair and …and blue eyes. He was close now. I could see that. I closed my eyes, willing myself to look dead. It couldn't be that hard.

BOOM! He had succeeded in getting on the plane, somehow. It was still upside down, and it had taken me an entire hour to figure out how to get out when the drop from the door to the ground was close to six feet. It had taken me two hours to get back in.

I could hear him ruffling through the bodies, looking for survivors. Or maybe just cataloging. Do they do that still, the bugs?

I heard him coming closer. NO! I mind shouted at him. LEAVE ME ALONE!

He was in the cocks' pit. He was leaning over me. His hand was at my throat, checking my pulse. As soon as his cool skin hit mine, I through off the play-dead idea. Not gonna work when he felt my pulse.

I threw myself back, away from him, into the window, and hit my left side against the control panel. Screaming and clutching my side, my mind was filled with fear. I had seen what these monsters did, seen as they had taken over my school, my friends, my parents.

"NO!" I screamed with all my might, cowering, kicking out at him. He looked like he had seen a ghost, but he got over it fast. He grabbed my legs, holding me down, pinning me down.

"GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME, CREEP!" I screamed, crazy, thrashing and crying and hyperventilating.

"Hey, hey calm down. Look, look I'm like you, I'm not them!" He held a light to his eyes, held it right up to those blues, and I nearly fainted from shock. Just blue. Just…

"My name is Ian. You are human, I am human. Please calm down, I can take you to safety. But we need to hurry," he let go of my legs. He stood up slowly, extending his hand out to me. I looked at it, not sure.

"I'm Ian, I'm human, I can take you to more of us. It's safe there," it was like a chant, a mantra, and he kept repeating it, slowly, as he crouched down to my level again, hand still raised. I took my right hand off of my side, meaning to reach out to him, only to look at it and find it covered in blood. I cringed.

"It's okay, I know you're hurt, we have a doctor and medicine, we can heal you. Please, come with me," he was pleading, his hand still outstretched. I took his hand, because he didn't seem to mind the blood, and he helped me up.

"What's your name?" He asked softly as he led me out of the cock pit, out of the wreck, helping me slowly down from the six foot drop to the ground.

"Uh.." I croaked. The yelling and the dryness of the air had left my throat caked with dust. He smiled, a nice smile I noted, and handed me a water bottle. I took a sip before starting again. "Hayley."

"It's wonderful to meet you, Hayley. What were you doing on a plane full of souls?" Ian asked. I shuddered. Souls. It sounded too kind for them.

"I was going to Hollywood," I stated. He actually smiled.

"Ahh, the dream of all teenage girls. Hollywood." I actually laughed.

Yay! First Chapter…

What a rush.

Sort of. Not really.

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