I ran until the sun went down, trying to touch as little as possible, knowing it would make no difference. Perhaps 5 minuets after the sun went down he came after me. I could sense his approach, I ran faster though I could not hope but to be over come. I could sense more and more of him as he drew closer.

What was at first only a feeling became emotion, intent, whispers of thought that flew by to quickly for me to intercept. And then he was there- appearing in front of me and catching me up in his arms. I screeched and struggled uselessly. He laughed as I tried to twist out of his arms as panicked tears ran down my cheeks.

He leaned down to trail his nose along my carotid artery, prolonging his thirst, enhancing his soon to be satisfaction. I closed my eyes and waited to die- at least I was allowed this.

His tongue lapped at my skin and I thought I heard thunder rolling towards us before his teeth sank into my neck. I tried to scream but all that came out was a garbled gasp. I felt him being ripped away from me, but I was lost to the pain.

I felt warm hands on me, I screamed in pain over and over again, the pain had spread like wildfire through my veins reaching out like tendrils of some poisonous vine to engulf me. I was aware of voices that spoke as one and yet were separate.

"He bit her what do we do?"

"We should kill her, she'll only turn into another of them."

"We can't kill her! She's innocent!"

"Perhaps we should call the Cullens, they'll know what to do with her."

"She's so lovely,"

I was aware of time passing but not how much I could have lied there for weeks or minuets.

I felt myself being picked up gently by ice-cold hands. I leaned into the embrace; it felt good against my fiery skin. I tried to contain my screams - I wanted to listen.

"Don't worry, should she choose not to follow us we'll steer her clear of your lands." I moaned as another wave of pain washed over me.

A hot hand touched my cheek as if to comfort me. For a moment where it touched did not hurt, I peeled my eyes open to look at the boy touching me, his dark eyes were tortured as if he too were burning. The man holding me looked confused by the boy's proximity. He dropped his hand from my cheek and the pain drew me back into its depths.

"Take good care of her,"

"I will."

Pain, endless, ever increasing pain. Fire that burned hotter and hotter with every passing second. Tearing me from sight, form feeling, from thought and memory, there was only pain and it seemed that somehow there had only ever been pain.