The Forgotten
A/N: Well, Here is chapter 2. I hope that you like it! Please review and let me know what you think. Love it? Hate it? Let me know.
Also If you find any weird grammatical errors, I apologize. I had originally wrote this in a 3rd person POV, and now I've changed it to a 1st person POV (mostly Jasmine's POV)…and now that I've changed the POV, this story is turning into a different story than I originally wrote, but I'm trying to keep it on track and not change it too much. Oh, Well.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own twilight.
Chapter 2
**** Jasmine's POV ****
Why did I say that? I mentally kicked myself as I was leaving the parking lot. Stay away from them. It doesn't do any good thinking about it. They don't remember you or what happened.
But I couldn't stay away. I just had to see them.
Later that night, I left the comfort of my own home to do something that I could possibly regret. In the cover of trees and darkness, I ran. Ran though the darkness all the way to a familiar blue and white house. I found a spot near my old house that would be perfect for me. I would be able to see my family, but they wouldn't be able to see me.
I perched on a branch near the house, my golden eyes studying the figures through the glass as they wandered around unknowingly. From where I was seated, I could see Jasper talking to the short pixie-like woman on the couch, a pang of sadness washed over me briefly. I could tell she was excited about something because her hands were moving quickly and she kept bouncing up and down on the couch.
Oh, Alice. I thought shaking my head. I knew all about Alice's obsession of shopping and wondered how much money she was going to spend on her next shopping spree.
Without thinking, I abandoned my perch, falling soundlessly to the forest floor below me, and proceeded to get closer to the house. I stood just beyond the tree line surrounding the house, listening to the various conversations that were going on inside. I would continue to watch them until dawn when I would leave them and return home briefly before going to school. This was my routine for a couple of weeks, it was the closest that I could be without revealing myself.
It wasn't until a couple of weeks later that I was surprised to see that when I went to visit the house, the house was empty. To say that I was not confused by this fact, I would be lying. In all the conversations that I had heard, not a single discussion had led me to believe that they were leaving. And even if they were going hunting, usually someone would stay behind.
But the house was empty. I was compelled to enter the house. I wandered from room to room, searching for anything out of the ordinary. But everything seemed the same. Not a single thing was misplaced. I lingered longer than I should have when I heard my family's voices getting louder. Looking around the room that I was now in, Alice and Jasper's bedroom, I knew I was trapped. Panic consumed me, and I froze momentarily. I scanned the room and found that there was only one option to escape…the window.
The window opened easily, as I could hear footsteps getting closer to the room. I gripped the window frame firmly just as the door flew open, Alice and Jasper rushing inside. Our eyes met for a brief second, before I flung myself out of the window, landing on the ground below. The second my feet touched the ground, I broke into a run, pumping my legs as fast as I could knowing that at any moment I would hear the sounds of a pursuit. I knew Edward would be able to catch up with me easily, and strained my ears trying to listen for any sounds of approaching footsteps.
But I didn't. I had escaped. The Cullen's had not followed me. I slowed to a stop, when I realized that they were not going to follow me, and headed back to my home, trying to figure out why they didn't come after me. If I had caught another vampire in my home, I would find them and demand why they were in my home in the first place. Maybe Alice had a vision? Maybe the Cullen's knew I meant no harm?
A million thoughts ran through my head, the damp forest floor invading my nostrils. I walked slowly…well, slowly for a vampire…trying to decipher my thoughts getting distracted by a much more delicious scent that had my throat burning. I finally realized that I hadn't been hunting, and my instinct took over before I could react. I ran through the trees in a blur, finally having my fill a minute later, the warm liquid soothing my burning throat. As I finished, I turned when I realized that I wasn't alone.
