DISCLAIMER: Some of the text and characters are from Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga, which I do not own. Only the characters & text that were not in the original series are mine.
Running from a creature that I'd come to love and respect was not something on my top ten things I want do list…but it's something that was inevitable…when you lived with vampires you lived on the edge.
One. Two. I whipped to the left, trying to avoid the killer that was behind me, taking his sweet old time, knowing that he could take me at anytime.
I remembered my brother's words, "They're stronger, and faster, but they are not smart, you'll just have to outmaneuver them…" One. Two. Turn again, a different way, making my path confusing. One. Two. Whip around and bolt backgrounds, throwing him off my tail…hopefully! It was a good thing that I was in Track, not to mention that I was abnormally fast for a human, one of the few perks of living with vampires. One. Tw-!
I felt my foot catch against something, a root most likely, and I tried to wrench it free, but that only made things worse as I fell to the ground, my right foot still caught in the root's hold. Pushing myself up, I tried desperately to regain my feet, but something wrenched my foot free from the root and threw me across the clearing, as I hit a tree, the wind rushing from my lungs, I gazed at the predator, as he stalked forward, he grabbed me by my left arm and lifted me up, grinning at me, showing his white, sharp teeth, before he flung me across the clearing once again. He didn't wait for me to hit the ground, he was next to me, still grinning, he stepped on my arm and a sickening snap resounded throughout the clearing, and I barely managed to contain my scream.
The predator taunted, "Come now, scream, this won't be fun if you don't scream." He stepped on my left arm and I hissed in pain, refusing to scream. My consciousness was fading but I could swear a familiar snarl split the air…