***DISCLAIMER - I do not own anything regarding the story 'The Host' by Stephanie Meyer, book and/or movie.

The only thing I own are the characters that I myself have created. - DISCLAIMER***

~ Hi guys, I know the host book/movie was released a while ago now but recently I found myself in the mood to watch a good Sci-Fi so I stuck the host on.

I read the book years ago and loved it and I couldn't wait to see the movie when it was released, I thought it was great despite it's reviews.

The other day I came up with an idea in my head and started writing it down, I may not continue with the story, it only depends how liked it is.

Please Read & Review (good or bad) ~

Susie climbed through the open window of the barn and then quickly pushed it closed behind her, she leaned against the wood for support as she inhaled and exhaled long, deep breaths.

Four, almost five miles she must have ran without stopping.

After a few moments had passed her breathing began to return to normal and as it did she became fully aware of how cold she was, herself and everything that she wore was completely soaked through as if she'd just stepped out of a pool of water.

Her body shook violently as she looked around where she was sat on her knees, inside the barn seamed pretty run down, either that or the part she was in, the loft, was what was run down.

Whatever it's condition, the place was like a five star hotel suite in her eyes, if she hadn't come across it she would still be out there in that gale force rainstorm and she doubted she would have lasted another night because she was tired, so extremely tired of running, she needed a rest.

She peeled her backpack off and brought it around to sit in front of her, with shaking hands she unzipped it and pulled it open, she only had some spare items of clothing inside it and she cursed when she brought them out to find that they too were also soaked through.

With a disappointed sigh she dropped the clothes back into the bag then looked around briefly before she slowly got to her feet.

There were some piles of hay that were to the left of her, she slowly made her way towards them, making sure to approach them carefully as there could have been anyone hiding out.

She was glad to find only blocks of hay and nothing else and she decided in that moment that she would sleep there tonight as it was dry and soft.

She wandered back to where she had left her bag and she took her jacket off followed by her hoodie so she now just in her t-shirt which was stuck to her like a second skin, her discarded layers along with the rest of her clothes were totally drenched.

She moved to look over the edge of the platform where there was a ladder leading down to another messy hay filled area but below that seamed rather tidy, the it's been seen to recently kind of tidy.

She climbed down the ladder cautiously whilst thinking about leaving and finding another place but this barn and it's farmhouse just outside were the only place she'd come across in miles, there were no lights on in either the barn or the house and there were no cars parked anywhere nearby so she figured it had to be deserted, at least today it was.

Once she was back on her feet after climbing down the ladder she looked around the hay piles once more and found nothing of significance, she wandered back to the ladder and looked over the edge which had another ladder directly across from it that lead to the ground level of the barn.

She couldn't believe her luck, there was nothing or no one around, the place was empty.

She noticed a few stalls where maybe horses or cows would have been once kept, if there were any on this farm they would have been put in here now due to the weather by someone but they weren't which could only mean the farm was definitely deserted.

With a relieved sigh Susie wandered around the floor briefly, she hoped to find something that she could use like a lamp or candles, maybe even a saddle pad if she was lucky...anything that could possibly dry her off. She didn't come across either of those but instead she found an extremely dusty blanket that was folded up on a stool next to the large barn doors and a man's navy wool flannel shirt that was hung on a hook, she moved forward and touched the shirt, she looked around once more where she stood, there was definitely no sign of life anywhere but someone had left this shirt behind and it wasn't dusty like the blanket...was it left recently?

She decided not to dwell to much on her thoughts and took the shirt off of the hook and felt it in her hands, it was dry and everything of her own that she had was wet, she had no choice but to take it and wear it, it was miles too big for her that was obvious but she had nothing else.

She moved quickly back across the floor and up the ladders until she was back in the loft once more but not before she also grabbed the blanket and gave it a shake to get rid of the dust.

She stripped the remainder of her clothes off until she was only in her underwear, she leaned over the edge of the platform and rung all her clothes out until there was no excess water dripping from them, she cringed as the water crashed loudly against the floor below but reminded herself that it was fine as she was alone.

Once her clothes were no longer creating puddles she decided to remove her bra as it too was wet against her skin, she then put the flannel on.

Instantly she loved how it felt against her cold, damp body, it was great to be out of wet clothes and into dry, fresh ones, she looked down and saw that the shirt was past her knees and she had to roll the sleeves up about five times before she could see her hands, it's owner whoever they were must be very big either that or she was smaller than she realised.

She headed for the piles of hay and shook out the blanket some more causing excess dust to fly everywhere and it made her to sneeze a couple of times.

She settled down after that on a long block of hay after she had rung her wet hair out, it wasn't exactly comfortable but it was better than sleeping on a wooden floor, she pulled the blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

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Susie let out a strangled gasp when she opened her eyes the following morning to find a man sat on a stool about a foot away watching her, she bolted up into sitting position as terror suddenly consumed her.

"Good morning." the man said after a beat in a deep voice whilst regarding her curiously.

She stared up at him and swallowed, she was no expert at judging anyone's height, especially if they were sitting down like he was but she could tell he was tall due to the way his legs were folded, the shirt she wore most definitely belonged to him.

She was very surprised in that moment at how handsome she found him to be, she'd never really ever taken much notice of a man's appearance before but here she was openly scrutinizing this one.

He had broad shoulders and narrow hips, his hair was short and dark and was accompanied by what looked like a day or two old stubble, underneath that stubble though it was obvious he had a strong jaw, his eyes she could tell used to be what she found was a lovely shade of pale green but now had the telltale blue ring that exposed him as a 'parasite'.

She took a deep breath in hopes it would calm the fear that was building inside of her and glared up at him to which he frowned in response, "I just needed somewhere to ride out the storm, now it's over I'll be on my way."

"You were trespassing, that's what you were doing." he replied immediately.

"I didn't do any harm." she shot back as she began to move from where she sat.

"Stop." he said firmly and began to slowly stand, up and up he went until he reached his full height.

Susie stared up at him open mouthed and then swallowed, he wasn't just tall...he was extremely tall, he had to be at least six foot three or more.

He stared down at her as he used an arm to hold onto the roof that had him slightly hunched over, she found herself gradually moving backwards away from him.

"Why would a soul be running?" he asked her eventually after a long silence passed between them.

"Souls don't ask other souls questions." she replied tight lipped.

At her words she saw a smirk begin to gradually appear on his face, he then took a step forward and kneeled down infront of her.

"I'm not a soul." he told her and reached behind him.

She gasped and leaned back only to find she had nowhere to go, she was surrounded by piles of hay, he had a sharp blade pointed at her and was moving towards her with it.

"Now tell me...why would a soul be running?" he said to her as the blade was now inches from her chest.

"Please...don't hurt me." she said as she breathed heavy.

"Answer my question." he said in a demanding tone and she shook her head.

"I'm not a soul." she replied and he laughed humourlessly.

"Lying will only make things worse for you." he said as he looked at her with disgust and tightened his hold on the knife.

"I'm not lying to you." she said immediately.

"This close I can tell your eyes are different from mine, yours are real." he said loudly and glared at her.

"Please." she tried to reason and raised a hand towards him to which he responded to by punching the hay next to her head, she whimpered at the fright and held both her hands up in defense, "I'm sorry!"

"You're a soul!" he shouted in her face and then moved the blade up so it was at her throat, she froze and stared at him wide eyed, "Want to know what I do to souls?"

A tear slowly rolled down her cheek as the sobs she was trying to keep from escaping did just that and she then said in a broken voice, "I'm telling you the truth."

The man's nostrils flared in anger and his jaw clenched as his eyes frantically searched her face over and over again before his huge hand shot up and grabbed it, she cried out in response, more in surprise than pain.

He leaned forward so their noses were almost touching and spoke through gritted teeth, "I don't believe you."

She waited for him to slit her throat after that as the way he spoke gave off the impression that he was done talking but instead he shoved her to the side so she fell from the hay block onto her bottom, she gasped and scrambled away from him into the corner where she pulled her legs up to her chest as if to somehow protect herself.

He walked slowly back to where he had been originally and sat down on the stool once more, when she finally glanced over at him she found him watching her once again.

"Why did you sleep in my barn?" he asked her after a long silence passed between them.

"I told you, to get out of the storm." she replied a beat later.

"Why were you out in the storm?" he asked instantly and she stared at him, he raised his brows questioningly and she looked at the ground, why should she tell him?

He just held a knife to her throat!

That was exactly why she had to tell him, because he held a knife to her throat and he would do again if she didn't tell him what he wanted to know, she looked back up at him and then let out a sigh.

"Because I've been running from my people for a while now and last night I just really needed to rest." she told him and looked at her feet.

Silence filled the air once more before he broke it by asking, "Why the hell would you be running from your people?"

She looked up and back over at him, he wasn't glaring at her anymore but frowning in confusion, she looked at the knife he held for a long moment then his face, he sighed in annoyance and rolled his eyes before he put the knife away somewhere behind him then said, "It's gone okay, now tell me why."

"...because they aren't nice-" she hesitated before she spoke and cut herself off before she said the word 'people', she figured that word would just make him more mad, "I was tired of being treated like...some damn lab rat."

Her fear was suddenly replaced by anger, she was angry for the way she had been brought up, angry towards the ones that were supposed to love her and keep her from harm.

The man was silent as she had spoken and still silent, she looked at him and saw that he looked shocked, "I've never seen that before...a soul pissed...aren't you lot supposed to be all about peace and love?" he said and his tone was slightly mocking, she rolled her eyes.

"I told you I'm not a soul." she replied with a glare.

"You're claiming to be human?" he demanded with his own glare.

She stared at him for the longest moment before she shook her head slowly and said, "No...I'm not that either."

"Start making sense." he almost growled at her, his patience she could tell, was wearing extremely thin.

She inhaled a deep breath then exhaled slowly before she revealed her secret, "I'm not a soul...and I'm not a human...I am half soul...half human."