Hi everyone,
I didn't write a comment on the first chapter, as I wanted you to get straight into the story. This is my first go at a fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it. I will try and keep updating it, but I can't promise anything. Please review my story as comments good and bad are always useful. Happy reading.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight series. I own nothing.
Running
Running is a peculiar thing. Everything moves faster, legs, arms, heart, lungs. But oddly, your brain, when trying to fathom huge things, slows to a crawl. I could neither concentrate nor focus. I heard screams and saw looks of terror as I charged from the scene. (I didn't bother to look for the cause). Exclamations continued as I ran down the street, away from the betrayal and hate behind me. I didn't stop. I didn't think. It felt as though my heart had been ripped from my chest and charred to a cinder, yet somehow, it was still beating. Love is cruel.
Still I ran. I was out of town now, beyond any other people. I felt better running. It didn't allow time for thought. I ran for what felt like miles, yet I did not tire. Anger was still pumping fresh and raw through me, keeping my limbs moving, my heart pounding. Finally, I came to a stop, collapsing to the floor. Sobs shook my frame as I replayed events in my head. Who was she? What was she? 'Well, a beauty that you couldn't compete with', A nasty voice said from within my head, 'I bet she's talented and intelligent' I rolled my eyes at my own reasoning. Still I thought he loved me. I loved him. I must have been very much mistaken.
Sitting up, I noticed a small stream running past. I took in the rest of my surroundings. Tall evergreens loomed overhead, the canopy a lustrous shade of green. Wild flowers embanked the stream; the only sounds were birds and the trickle of water. I walked down to the water's edge and stopped...and starred...and panicked. Looking back from the water was a black wolf. I didn't move. Neither did the wolf. I started to slowly retreat from the water, but as I moved back, so did the wolf. Again I stopped and slowly looked up. But to my surprise, there was no wolf on the other side of the little stream. Glancing down, I saw the wolf still there, looking straight at me. I lifted my arm slowly, only to see the wolf do the same movement. Exactly the same movement. A mirror image. I looked at my arm and screamed. But what came from between my lips was not a scream, but a strangled yelp, for my arm was no longer an arm, but a silvery fur covered leg and instead of a hand, I had a paw. Panicking, I once again starred at the water. The water showed a black wolf, with silvery legs and a silver tipped tail...I. Had. A. Tail.
I won't give you all the details of the next half an hour or so. Let's just say it evolved a lot of profanities, howling and tail observing. Once I had regained a little control, I debated what had happened. My mind came up blank. I checked again, but my sanity seemed to shrug its shoulders and say 'you're on your own with this one.'
At this point, I was suddenly relieved of my feeble attempt at sanity when a woman stepped into the clearing. She was beautiful. Brown hair flowed to her shoulders and she wore a plain white dress, which looked dirty against her skin, yet she still looked amazing. Her skin glittered slightly, casting light around the small clearing. Her eyes were the colour of toffee. I snorted. What was this, hit Hannah's self esteem week? However, despite my gobsmacked mind, if that is even possible, two things told me that she was not at all pretty and lovely. The first was that I was petrified of her. I was drawing parallels with the woman in the shop and the alley way. Same marble like exterior, same exquisite beauty, or, I thought, she could have a sister. The second was that I was growling very pointedly at her, something in me was telling me to, so I obeyed.
The girl took a step forward. It was like she was floating, her gait was so graceful. She continued forward like flowing silk. My mind was long gone, running away as fast as possible and screaming but instinct had taken over. I stepped back snarling fiercely. 'Hello.' The woman said, stopping from her advance, 'I'm Bella, I haven't seen you before'. I was finding it impossible to concentrate, a bleach like smell was filling my nose and at the same time, her voice was lulling me into a coma. Something told me to attack, before I became even more incapacitated. I got ready to spring, but as I did so, a man stepped beside the woman. He had the same toffee eyes. His brown hair was messy yet perfect, and his athletic body shimmered in the same way as she did. I sensed that he was the bigger threat and now I could no longer attack. I turned towards him slightly. 'Who is she', the female ask the male, taking a small step forward. 'careful Bella', the man said pulling her back slightly,' she doesn't know anything, she's not joined a pack, man, Sam and Jacob are gunna have a field day with this.' I didn't like the way this conversation was going. I snarled. 'Help her' the female said placing her hand on his shoulder.
'I'm Edward', said the man, stepping cautiously forward. I growled again, louder this time, curling my tail round to the front, ready to spring. 'Take it easy,' 'he said raising his palms, 'we aren't going to hurt you, we can get help.' I didn't understand his gesture of peace very well. Both he and the woman had appeared from nowhere and I had heard nothing until they had spoken. Raising his palms didn't seem like a 'hey, we aren't going to rip you to pieces' to me. He chuckled 'no I suppose your right', this confused me even more but he was walking back to the one named Bella. 'We need Jacob' he said, pulling the woman with him, 'she doesn't trust us, and I don't blame her. She needs explaining to. She, at the moment is very dangerous and-' That is all I heard as I chose the moment to turn and run. I fled into the forest, streaking between the trees, fear driving me on. Neither pair pursued me.
I galloped through the forest, not really caring; I just knew that the further away, the safer I was. My mind was slowly coming back to me. What were they? Why had I nearly attacked them? I started to pace, trying to order my thoughts, though nothing made sense. My head still hadn't slowed after the series of events. Beautiful woman, Greg kissing beautiful woman, turning into a wolf, meeting more beautiful people and running away from beautiful people. That about summed it up. Exhausted, I slumped onto the ground, my eyelids heavy. The last thing I remembered was the slight rustle of leaves as the wind gently rocked them.