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Chapter One: I Get a Brother and a Vampire

It seemed to me that my legs were moving of their own accord.

I hadn't even thought of the wonderful idea of running until it had already happened. I had been frozen in fear, and without a second thought I'd taken off running. I suppose it was second nature, really. For me to run, that is. It's what I'd been doing for a long while now- I'm not entirely sure just how long- and it had stuck.

In this case, it had saved my life.

That thing had been seconds away from killing me before I'd gained enough of my wits about to realize I needed to run.

"You can't run from me, little girl!"

Her icy voice sent chills down my spine, and I pushed myself further and further through the endless expanse of the forest. If only I could get to civilization, then I would be safe. She'd never try something in public, and even if she did, surely someone would help me!

But I couldn't quite remember which way the nearest town was. For all I knew, I could be headed in the opposite direction. Still, I made myself continue. I f there was one thing I would never do, it was give up.

"How long until you can't run anymore?"

Her voice echoed off the trees, taunting me. She knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. She was waiting for me to exhaust myself, and then she would pounce. The reality of it hit me hard. She was going to kill me.

I'd been plagued by these things my whole life, and now the time had finally come. They had decided that my time here was up.

My too short legs were burning in protest and I forced myself to continue at an even faster pace. My breath was coming out in pants, and I could hear that monster behind me. Her footsteps were far too close for comfort.

I noticed that the trees were finally clearing away, and I had to bite back a cry of relief. The forest was coming to an end. Which meant people! Oh, I was going to live!

Then my eyes widened in horror as I realized why there weren't as many trees. I came to a sudden stop, stumbling slightly, and narrowly avoiding going toppling over the edge of the cliff. Peering downwards, I saw harsh waves colliding with the rocky sides of the cliff. No human could ever survive that fall. It was too far. Which meant one thing. I was screwed.

"Well, now what do we have here?"

I turned around slowly, and was surprised to see that she looked exactly the same as when I first saw her. She was no longer a monster. She was really gorgeous, actually, with her blonde hair and blue eyes. I was ashamed to admit that I was slightly jealous of her looks.

I remembered how suddenly she had gone from being beautiful to being terrifying before. I wouldn't allow myself to be fooled.

Concentrate, Lola, concentrate.

And as I stared at her, she seemed to transform before my eyes. Her perfect tan vanished, and her skin seemed to be whiter than paper. She glared at me with inhuman, scarlet eyes. Worst of all, her hair seemed to be glowing red and looked to be on fire.

"What do you want from me?" My voice was even and confident. Something that certainly did not reflect how I was really feeling. But I'd always been like that. Ever since I was a child I had grown used to putting walls up and pretending to be things that I'm not.

"I want revenge," she hissed in her venomous voice.

I watched her with overly large eyes, and decided that I wasn't about to let her kill me without a fight. One of my least favorite things about myself was that I was always far too rational. I thought through every decision carefully, and sometimes I wished that I could just do something completely and utterly stupid. But it also meant that ninety percent of the time, I had a plan.

"But I don't even know you!"

"Your stupid brother killed me! And since I can't have him, I'll settle for you," she said, approaching me.

I didn't have a brother. And if somebody killed her, then how the hell could she possibly be here right now? Clearly, I was delusional, and in need of serious help.

"I know my brother's one hell of a bastard, but come on! Do you have to punish me for it?" I asked, playing along.

"I've been waiting for years to get my revenge. All this time I've been dreaming of the day I would be able to rip his flesh into little pieces and finally have my snack. Now that he's hiding in that camp, I can't get him. I'm hungry, and you're going to have to do."

I couldn't even begin to imagine how pale I must've looked right then and there. This monster wanted to eat me. She didn't just want to kill me, she wanted to devour me. I stared at her mouth, wondering how she would even fit my hand in it, and that's when I saw it. She had fangs.

All the pieces of the puzzle managed to fit together suddenly. Pale skin. Red eyes. Fangs. Why hadn't I realized it before? She wasn't just a monster. This bitch was a vampire.

"If it helps," She continued, "I don't usually kill girls. Even filthy half-blood girls."

"Yeah, it doesn't help."

"Then this will," She hissed, and then she lunged towards me.

I dodged her, moving to the side, but she was stronger than I had expected. It didn't take long for her to grab me so that I was unable to worm my way out. And no matter how much I struggled. How much I kicked, or screamed, or hit, I couldn't avoid it. Her fangs came down on my neck and she began tearing away at my flesh.

It hurt more than I had anticipated, but I still didn't allow myself to make a sound. Even if I was about to die, I would like to maintain what little dignity I had left.

This certainly wasn't Plan A. Plan A was to kill the bitch and make it out of this mess with no injuries. This was more like Plan Z. I knew that if I was going to die, this wasn't how I wanted it to happen. This monster was definitely not going to make this painless, and I really wasn't looking forward to a painful, slow death.

Ignoring the pain, I opened my eyes to see colors swirling about wildly. It was like my dyslexia was on steroids. I could barely make out shapes around me. Barely. She was distracted by my blood, and didn't have her guard up. Even in this state, I was able to realize that.

Come on, Lola, be brave. FIve. Four. Three. Two. One.

In one single, fluid movement- I think it was fluid, but I really don't know for sure, since I didn't have all my wits about me- I used every ounce of my strength to push her off of me and to take one large step backwards.

Causing myself to plunge off of the cliff and towards the jagged, rocky waters that awaited me below.