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I dropped onto the forest floor perfectly on my feet. I had to admit, for being a freak it was pretty cool. Once I had a good feel of solid ground I broke into a run. This was a fresh start, and I was going now to start a new life in a new place. I felt the cool night air whip at my face letting my hair fly behind me, a wave of strawberry blonde. I had a plan set but it was suddenly dodged by the thirst which I had ignored for the past week. As I traveled I fed, no need for the details. On my little quest for redemption, I had to find a town where I couldn't be noticed and where nothing could give me away. I traveled around for a couple of days and found the perfect place. The little town of Willow Creek, Alaska, was perfect.
Willow Creek is beautiful. That's all that ran through my mind as I ran up to a small lake that glistened, a sparkling ice. In the small pool you could see the reflection of the mountains and the sunlight peeking over their edges. The trees as far as my eyes could see, which was very far, all were a luscious, thick green. From where I stood I could smell a town nearby. Humans.
I walked down the dirt road that wound through the trees. What I was about to go do made me wary so I sat behind a giant tree. I looked across maybe twenty feet ahead at a squirrel burying an acorn. I think it sensed me looking at it because it looked my way then ran in the opposite direction. I soon saw that it wasn't me it sensed.
"Hi."
I spun around on my feet to face a boy. He looked maybe around my age with light, chestnut brown curls that fell over his ears and forehead. Through the locks I could see two piercing green eyes that blended with the forest. He held a walking stick in his hand and wore the normal hiker's attire: boots, jeans, and sweater. He smiled. I took maybe too many feet back because he then frowned.
"I didn't mean to scare you." The innocence made me sad. And the delicious red color that filled his cheeks was tempting. But my control stayed.
"Y- You didn't." I stuttered. I looked suddenly down at what I was wearing, forgetting that I had been in the wilderness for a long time. My jeans were ripped at my knees, my jacket had scratches everywhere, and my shoes were covered in mud and leaves. Its times like these where I was glad I couldn't blush. I looked back at the boy hoping he would leave, but still hoping he wouldn't.
"You look as if you've been out here for days. Are you trying to get somewhere?" He took three steps closer and stretched out his hand. "My name is Aiden."
I looked at his face, then down to his hand. I was having a war in my mind. I wanted to go with him, accept the offer, and have someone to talk to, but at the same time I couldn't. I couldn't put him in that constant danger, and I wasn't sure if I could take that constant fire in my throat. I wish I could have seen my face because it must have been hilarious. He roared with laughter at me and my expression.
"I promise I don't bite." He said trying to stifle a laugh. I almost had one myself for that brief irony.
I hesitated, but he stretched his hand out farther. I took a step forward still staring at his hand, and then closed the gap between us. I took his hand, and he pulled away. "Whoa, you're cold!"
"I'm sorry." I said in almost a whisper looking down at the floor, hoping he would see how bizarre I really was and go away, but of course, he didn't. "Listen, it's ok. I'm gonna' take you to my house and see if my mom could help fix you up. Sound good?" He placed his finger gently under my chin and lifted my face up so my eyes met his. A shock coursed through me like electricity from the place where his finger was. I had to back away to prevent from jumping on him. "Ok. Sounds good." I shouted, for now I was farther than normal.
He looked at me with his head titled to one side as if examining a roadside freak show. He grinned a little and took a glance at me then turned around and started walking. A wind came from his direction and nearly made my mouth water. This was going to be harder than I thought because this boy. This insignificant, human boy probably had the most appetizing scent I had ever smelled.
"You know, the city is this way." He shouted from far away, noticing that I had not moved. I ran to catch up to him and was there at his side in less than a second, which caught him off guard. "How'd you get here so fast?"
I shrugged and kept walking, especially slow for the human. "My name is Olivia."
He turned to me, shocked that I was able to speak. "Nice to meet you Olivia."He smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back, flashing some razor-like, white teeth. "So what are you doing out here by yourself? Where you from?"
"I'm not so sure about both." I sighed.
"Oh, you don't want to tell me." He said matter-of-factly. "I understand . . . I'm a stranger." He said as if imitating a grown up repeating the rule.
"No." I said trying to justify myself. "I really don't know, and if I did I would tell you. Trust me." I lied. He shouldn't trust me, but half was truth.
"Wow. So what do you remember?" He had tossed the stick and put his hands in his pockets in a shrug-like manner.
"Well . . ." What should I say? I wasn't going to tell this poor boy everything. It's not so easy saying, 'well, as a matter of fact I do remember it quite clearly, let's see, um, I was bitten while waiting for a bus, lost my heart, turned to ice, got super powers, killed a man, and talked to stars, and will maybe just have to kill you after telling you all this!' Yeah, that would have worked out great. "Well, I remember running, from everything, from my home, my friends . . . my mom." I stopped at the thought of her, sitting alone in my house watching her Spanish novellas on the television.
He noticed my dismay, and cut me off. "Don't worry." He said, trying to convince me. "Everything will work out fine, once you're all fixed up and clean, and we'll try to find your mom."
I looked at him whole-heartedly, with whatever heart I did have. "I don't think she'd want me." I said it plainly as if comparing cheese. As if it were today's weather forecast. Because it was true.
"Why would someone not want you?" He said confused.
I wanted to explain so badly to him what I've been through, to have him understand me so one person on this planet could know me and appreciate me for me. That under all this cold, metal-like flesh I was somewhat human. I was real. But I was cut-off from my thoughts.
"We're here." He said.
