Notes:
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Chapter 2
I'd always loved doughnuts. Always. They used to be my favourite food. Not now, obviously, but when I was a kid, I just couldn't get enough of them. A very errant thought, I know, but it came to me as I desperately scurried around trying to figure out how the Yellow-Eyes had cornered me in their territory. It was a doughnut.
The empty hole in the centre was the town, Forks, it was called. And there was where I wanted to be. Blood. Blood was in Forks.
The very outside edge of the doughnut marked the edge of my prison. That was also where I wanted to go because that meant freedom. But no, as per usual, I was stuck where I didn't want to be, in the stodgy dough of the doughnut, trapped.
The Yellow-eyes patrolled the boundaries to keep me in the district but to keep me away from humans. And I hurt.
I wondered how long it would take me to die of thirst, the way I felt now, maybe not long, though it had only been three days since my binge on the ferry, and no, I don't mean Ben and Jerry's.
Ben and Jerry's.
So bizarre, the weirdest memories were coming back to me.
When I was super tiny and mom was still around, I used to get Ben and Jerry's when I was sick and had a sore throat. Now though, it did no good. In fact just thinking about my throat made the burning worse.
But I was trapped. Well and truly. And I had no intention of attempting to un-trap myself because I had met the wolves. Yep, wolves. Fucking huge ones.
So last night I had tried again. Tried to find a hole in the circuit that the yellow-eyed monsters were making around me. And finding an area with the weakest of vampire scents, I thought that I had. I raced forwards excitedly, but as I did I smelled this…well, it smelled like shit, truthfully, like this earthy, rotting vegetable, wet-dog smell. And then I saw a wolf. A massive motherfucking wolf. It was big and grey and snarled like the devil.
Did I run? Er, fuck yes I did! I ran so fast and so desperately I felt like I was going to take flight
I heard it bounding behind me and it could seriously move, it almost caught up with me, and would have if I hadn't been a strong young Red-eyes.
Worse than that, I began to pick up other pounding foot prints behind me. The panic I felt was unreal as I sensed an entire pack of the rancid things chasing me.
Perhaps some deep part of my mind was making rational decisions because I ran towards the area where the Yellow-Eyes scent was strongest, hoping that the monsters would decide that they would be more tasty, though I was thwarted the moment I saw the big Yellow-eyes male waiting for me with another of the wolves.
…Oh for fuck's sake…
I stopped dead, cornered, I could barely even breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut tight to await death. Nobody could say that I hadn't tried. A wave of dread washed over my skin.
I could hear the wolves' wet breaths behind me as they prowled into the clearing. I could also hear-
"What in the fuck?"
I opened my eyes to see the big Yellow-eyes male, the Incredible Hulk gaping at where I was standing.
"Wha- Where'd she go?" he asked as he was joined by Mind-Reader and Blond Psycho.
Mind-Reader looked troubled.
"She's gone," he muttered. "I can't hear her thoughts…unless she's a shield…"
Psycho began to prowl, sniffing the air. He looked hella angry.
"I cannot smell her," he said in a Southern Drawl. "She must have left the area."
"But dude!" cried Hulk. "She was just there! You- Edward, you saw her in my mind, right? Or am I just going crazy?"
I thought I might be going crazy as one of the wolves morphed in front of my eyes into a man. Naked, just to be clear.
He strode up to the Yellow-eyes.
"Sam," said Hulk in a gruff voice, looking the man up and down. "I didn't know you felt this way…"
He snorted with laughter at the expression on Mind-reader and Psycho's faces.
"Seriously, you trying to come on to me or something?" he chortled to the wolf-man. "Put some pants on Doggy, I'm happily married."
The others didn't seem to appreciate the comic relief. Poor Hulk Yellow-eyes, he had tried his best.
They also didn't seem to appreciate the fact that they couldn't see me, or smell me. Why couldn't they?
Gingerly, I glanced down at my arm, which…Wait, where the fuck was my arm?
I felt a knot of panic in my stomach but keep in under control. I'd worry about the invisibility later, for now the threat was in front of me.
The threat was angry.
"This is not possible!" snarled Psycho.
"In the same way that it's not possible for Alice to see the future, for me to read minds," said Mind-reader, playing smart-ass even in this situation. "She's gifted."
Gifted? What, like Fred?
"You are saying to me," began Hulk slowly. "That this kid… can teleport?"
"Err," mind-reader looked like he had a headache. "Well, it appears…well, yes."
"Holy shit!" laughed Hulk. "We are so fucked."
The other two snarled.
"Sam," said Mindreader. "Rally the pack and patrol the woods, we will take the town. We have to entertain the idea that the newborn has unlimited access to Forks."
Newborn? Seriously? I told you my damn name!
"We must notify Carlisle!" muttered Psycho after Yellow-eyes' crazy-scary lap-dog had phased back and bounded off (thought perhaps bounded is the wrong word for a monster that big.)
"We must protect Bella!" hissed Mind-reader, suddenly extremely intense.
God forbid anything should happen to his pacifier.
However, even as I was being sarcastic, I couldn't deny that my thirst came back with a vengeance. Holy fucking shit. What I wouldn't give for a taste of that particular human.
And on that note, my throat starting charring, and I couldn't keep still anymore.
I felt a feathering over my skin and saw to my horror that I was re-appearing.
"There!" shouted Mind-reader as either my scent, my body or my thoughts became detectable again.
And with a snarl of movement, there we were again, running.
