Author's note: This is not your typical "Twilight" fanfic. You will not find a trace of Edward, Bella, and Jacob in this story. I feel as though their story has been told perfectly and completely by Stephanie Meyer. I would not dare to add my own thoughts and musings to her writings, as I would not do credit to her storylines. However, you will find a similar story here. And although not containing the characters we all know and love, perhaps new characters that you will grow to love as I have. Thanks and enjoy!
I could feel the hair rising on my neck. Everything told me to run, get out and never look back, but I was never one to listen to reason. Instead, I stood there, like a deer in headlights, watching as my hunter closed the distance between us. There was electricity in the air; I could sense the attraction and revulsion all at once tangling within my knotted stomach. His dark blue eyes held me transfixed, as if by sheer will. I wouldn't have been able to move even if I wanted to. His eyes were fathomless, a deep blue like the storm tossed ocean, but deeper and darker. It was like staring at the midnight sky. His dark brown curls swept back carelessly from his smooth face, framing the high cheekbones and prominent chin. He was striking, beautiful beyond words.
I suddenly realized that I wanted him to find me; I had wanted him to follow me to a place of seclusion, where no one would be able to see….
I took a deep breath, closing my sense off to his alluring features. I inhaled slowly, drawing in the sweetened air. With a start I opened my eyes once more, he was close enough that I could smell him and the scent drew me in.
A moment was all it would take, and I would no longer be me. There would no longer be a Magdelena Byrne, my life snuffed out like a candle allowed to burn for too long.
My life flashed before me, the great cliché over much quicker then I had thought possible. Hadn't I done more with my time? I did, however, know how this would end. I had known what Gabriel Morgan was, and had been fascinated, had even entertained the idea that I could still be around him like anyone else with no danger. It took only a second to realize how fatal of a mistake I had made.
The dark shadows below his eyes revealed just how long he had gone without feeding, and his self control, no matter how composed, would not resist the temptation of the warm, life giving liquid that even now pulsed traitorously through my veins.
I tried to cry out, to speak his name, anything to regain the humanity that was no longer in his eyes. But I could only choke out a muted sound, making me sound more like the prey that I was.
His eyes fixated on me and in that moment I felt my legs give way and I sank, deliriously into his cold arms, his intoxicating smell enveloping my senses and sweeping away the last vestiges of resistance that I had.
I could feel and smell his breath, fanning against my cheek and neck and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. The slip into darkness was sweet and warmth spread through my body as I yielded to the predator that held me firmly and unwavering in his stony embrace.