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I needed to find the spot, the one spot where he left me. I had gotten over my encounter in the meadow without much difficulty. I was not one to scare easily, and even if there were vampires, werewolves, or anyone else in the woods bent on killing me, it would be more then welcomed. I put on a much better face now that I have gotten used to the lies. I am not happy, not anymore happy then when the months were all blurred together. I just go much better at pretending. But I still needed to find him, or anything close to him as possible.
I also knew that once I took one step into the deadly creature infested woods I would hear his bell like voice, a little heavy with a reprimanding tone. He would tell me I was being stupid, that I should go back. I also knew that the farther I went in the woods; the louder, stronger his voice would become. I though of him often enough to need to do this, and maybe if I saw the spot and realize it was real then I would have this whole in me anymore.
I took a few hesitant steps into the woods and then, standing in a dense area of foliage; his voice rang clear in my ears. With his voice driving me on until I was sure that I was closer to Canada than Forks. When I began walking it was mid afternoon, and now the moon shone big and bright in the sky. With my luck, tonight happened to be the full moon. It didn't matter, as all I heard was his voice and that was enough to keep me walking for miles.
I knew that it was late as I saw the orange tint of the sky, the sun not setting, but rising, slowly. I didn't register it though nothing permeated my mind; it was impossible to break past his booming voice now.
Then his voice was gone, broken off in mid-sentence by a strangled cry. Stupidly I walked toward the half cry, half roar that came from a few feet away. Then I was surrounded. Beasts, because they were neither men nor wolf, were in a clump facing my direction, except one. He had his back toward me and was speaking animatedly, while everyone stared at me, tensed, he kept talking and I listened.
"Jeb asked us to infiltrate, Forks high school, collect some 17/18 year old specimen for the avian project and bring them back to him! I know this is outrageous but lets just get it over with…" Then he trailed off as he whirled around, and came face to face with the exact person he just described. I had my experience with mythical beasts, bent on capturing me or killing me, and assumed submission would be the best answer. Unless this "avian project" was code for them killing people, then I would take it.
As I stood there wide eyed, the men made a formation. The leader stalked toward me fiercely and mocked sadistically "I guess pretty women do grow in trees.
