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As I closed the door behind me I heard a faint rustling, and peered out the corner of my eye to see if I could catch a glimpse of its source. I saw a slight movement from the trees, but that could have been an animal. I shook my head to clear it and finished closing the door. The clock on the microwave said it was 8:23AM, Charlie was still asleep. I pulled out a pan, two glasses, eggs, milk, and forks. As I waited for the toast to pop up, I started cooking the eggs. Rustle. I froze.
I slowly looked up at the window, the branches were still shaking. 'That couldn't be the wind could it. Sigh.' Stalker was becoming bolder. Freeze. I'll, mentally, turn this into a movie. The protagonist, Jane, hears the rustling from outside and she looks out the window. She feels a chill roll up her spine, but she ignores it, passing it off as the temperature. The noise starts up again, but accompanied by the sound of something dragging on the ground something…jeans?
I snapped out of movie mode and turned toward the sound of the jeans, or at least what I thought to be jeans. I went down a mental checklist of what it could or couldn't be. First off, was it human? No, it was too graceful in its movement judging by the sound of it. I would say animal, but it was wearing jeans. Animals don't wear jeans. Werewolf? I listened closer to see if I heard it sniffing the air. No, to quiet. Quiet. It dawned on me. Vampire. But which kind? Vegetarian or regular? Was I a friend to them or their next meal? 'Please, please, PLEASE be vegetarian!' I silently begged.
I heard the doorknob jiggle from where I stood. 'Sooo not sounding like a friend' I thought. My breathing was getting shallower I walked as quietly as I could to the back door. I knew it wouldn't help me to go out the back, if it WAS a vampire they could catch me easily. Rattle. My eyes darted back to the door and I froze mid-step. Any second now they would break through the door and my life would end, or I would go through three days of excruciating pain; wishing I was dead.
Crack. Dread. Oh God, there went the deadbolt. The door flew open, but I was running out the backdoor before I could see the intruder. My keys were burning hot in my pocket, a beckon of my salvation, however temporary it may be.
"Bella," a voice questioned. The voice sounded so familiar... Whoa. Wait. Huh! What was He doing here? Why did he just break into my house? 'Are his eyes still gold…or did he diverge from the veggie life,' I asked myself. Dare I stop running long enough to turn and get my answer? It was then that I noticed that I had stopped moving, I had frozen in place when I had recognized the voice. The voice of Him. The voice of Jasper.
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