Again, the characters in this story are the intellectual property of Stephenie Meyers, Summit Entertainment, etc, I will make sure they are waiting back in your Twilight books when you finish here

Capturing Desting

Chapter Two

Crash To Reality

And then he was gone.

I blinked. Surely I had been in heaven. Only an angel could be that beautiful, only an angel could have taken away that pain. But now I was back, back in the earthy room, in the dark again. Only it wasn't the dark. Nothing had changed since I had last been aware, in fact only a couple of seconds seemed to have passed and yet it was though the darkness had receded. Suddenly I could see everything. Not the vague, indistinct shapes that I was so briefly aware of before, but the whole room, the darkest corners were now clear as day and I realised it was not the room that had changed, it was me. Only I wasn't in a room. The earthly smell suddenly made sense as I looked round at the tightly compacted earth surrounding me, I was underground. Although an almost perfect square this room was not made of bricks, it was dug out of the earth itself. I could see to the far end now, almost twenty feet away and all the way through the thin passage that led to the world beyond.

Before I had even thought of it I was nearly out, my body reacting on instinct to get away from enclosed space that only moments ago I had assumed was my tomb. And then there I was, in the open, or at least as open as a sprawling forest can be. I was immediately running again, as fast as I could, unaware of where I was or where I was going. I was suddenly aware of my speed and immediately began to slow. Although I could remember nothing of this world in my past, the trees, the beauty of the dark, cloudless sky above me I had been at least aware of my own body. The running had not tired me, indeed I had never felt stronger. And my heart, after that final beat had not restarted. I grasped at my chest as I became aware of this fact. My heart was not beating. I had not taken a breath since that first moment of clarity, I still held the same air in my lungs that had lingered in earthen ground. I took one now, filling my lungs with the fresh, woodland air around me. The smell was intoxicating. Nothing in my past had been so wonderful, but even as I appreciated the beauty I realised that the breath had done nothing. There was no relief in it, to need to do it again, only the beauty of the scent.

Once again I thought back to the life I had before now, the darkness, the hours of monotony and my only contact with another soul, when my body was wracked with tremors, different images of darkness appearing to me and one of the men in white coming to pin me down. All in the dark. Flexing my arms I suddenly became aware that this body would not allow such a thing. I was hard. My skin was light, glowing slightly even in the light from the stars. No one would be able to hold me down now, I was strong. Almost as if to prove the point to myself I grasped one of the large branches of the nearest tree with my right hand and pulled just slightly, the whole tree began to bend towards me. Quickly I let go and the pine immediately sprang back to place.

Grinning I began to skip further into the forest, contemplating my situation. I don't know when I decided to start back towards the earth room but I soon became aware of a new scent in the air and immediately knew it to be my own. As I became aware I must be close I began to think deeper into what little I remembered in the earth room. Everything seemed so cloudy now, I could remember the pain, yes I would always remember the pain but I could also remember the pale man, the man who I suddenly realised I now imitated with my own white skin. In those moments I thought of him as the devil, the cause of the worst pain I could imagine but now, now I was outside for what I could only assume was the first time, I suddenly felt very different. This freedom would never have been mine without him.

As I approached I almost began to hope he had returned, to explain this transformation, to tell me why and to tell me about the blonde angel I had seen upon waking into this life, who he was.

I paused a few feet from the entranced and smelt carefully. No. No one had been here since I had left less than half an hour before, however as I moved around the outside I became aware of a second scent not unlike my own. It was sweet, an indescribable mix of the richest woody smells combined with coffee and parma-voilets that was incredibly appealing. It appeared to lead away from the small opening in the earth.

Although faint, I could just make out the remains of the scent caught on the occasional tree. Suddenly it was joined by a much stronger scent, a stranger this time. I was relatively sure the original came from the pale man who had done this. But this one. Again it was similar to my own but with yet more subtle differences, again the same woodiness with tobacco thrown in but also a sweetness, almost like decay. The newer scent followed my maker (I can think of no other possible way to describe the part he took in the process to become what I had become) making the chase far easier. After what seemed like many hours the trees suddenly thinned and I was on a thin road. Looking both ways quickly I crossed back into the trees and continued to follow the scent.

I paused once again as I saw the forest thin, worrying about the reaction of anyone who might see me walking at an ungodly speed through the undergrowth in slippers and a night gown. I scowled to myself. I was going to need to find something more suitable to wear than this, but there were answers I needed first. This time however when the forest thinned there was no sign of a road, no sign that any human had been here in a long time. Apart from the fact there was, in the centre of this meadows, still smouldering slightly was the charred remains of, of someone. Or perhaps more specifically something.

The scents that bombarded me now were stronger; they had been here for a long time. My maker and the stranger, they had been here together, and as I circled I realised, only one of them had left.

Although I could distinctly pick out the route the stranger had taken in and then again back out on a route circling back towards my original position, my maker had only one route.

In.

I looked again at the charred remains in the centre of the meadow and realised the truth. Now that I knew what to look for I could see the body parts, only the thick bones of the legs and upper arms remaining intact. I gasped.

And then moments later I was running again. Away. Away from any scent I recognised, away from the beautiful room in the earth, as fast as I could towards the unknown.

A/N: Kind of disappointed I got no reviews for chapter one, although I realise this story has been done literally hundreds of times before by people who can write far better than me. If you read, please review. I'm on here cus I love Twilight/reading and I really want to improve my own style so please let me know what you think; good or bad x