Chapter ONE: Curse of the squirrels, part one.
Written by Tasha, probably edited by Kaki
(Passing Squirrel POV)
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As I spun the nut in my hands, I heard some rustling and voices nearby.
"…Rose, can't we just hurry up and go home?" A deep male voice asked.
"Emmett," a woman replied. "I haven't hunted in two weeks. I'm going crazy here."
With a sigh – presumably from the male – the rustling proceeded past me, a sign that they had walked away.
I turned around to face my darling Olivia, my squirrel wife.
"Olivia," I called her. "There are…"
"Humans? Dear, they're slightly off the trail, don't you think?" She chuckled her soprano laugh and scurried over to my side.
"I don't think they were humans, Olli," I whispered. "They smelled funny."
"I see…" She mused. I noticed that their smell was similar to that of some creatures that used to live here in Forks. I thought, at first, that it was them. But it had been too long for them to still live.
Then again, who was I to talk? I was an eternal squirrel. I would live forever… Ever since that faithful day one summer…
*Squirrel Flashback* yes, squirrels have memories. Especially this squirrel.
I skittered across the ground, picking up the scent of something new. It wasn't a smell I recognized; it made me curious. I followed the new scent through the overgrown trees and the leaves—that were, for once, dried—and came across the corpse of a deer. I didn't quite know what to do, so I just stood there and felt sorry for the poor thing. I didn't know how he died, and yes, it was going to happen one day, but somehow I got the impression he was taken before his time.
Then seething pain surged through me. I felt my muscles solidify and everything locked in place. If I could have screamed, I would have, but I feared what would happen next. I felt a pulsing at my hip and with all my strength, I turned my gaze to look at it. The head of a human was sucking greedily at my fur. Oh crap, I was going to die. I was going to be killed, slowly and painfully. I snapped my eyes back into a more comfortable position.
The only more painful form of death I could have imagined involved a spoon and the wrong end of a pencil.
Then I heard a voice. I don't know whose voice it was, or even what it said, but this voice saved my life. The thing pulled away from my and left me there, writhing in pain.
I don't know how long exactly I was there. I just know that 'it hurt' was an understatement. Fire was an understatement. Being boiled in oil was an understatement. I felt I was being fried and stood on and set alight and sleep deprived all at once. I didn't know what was happening. Would anyone find me? Would anyone care that I was missing? I was dying. And it really hurt.
There were moments where I felt I was falling and my vision would haze up. I found it was easier to concentrate on breathing and keeping my tiny heart beating with my eyes shut. I would time my breaths, pray that there would be a hundred more breaths in me. Every time I reached my target, a little bit more hope descended on more. I could live. Although, if living was anything like this …fire much longer, I thought I would explode.
Then, it stopped.
It was so sudden. I felt like not just a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but everything. I felt so good. I felt so free. So much had disappeared; the pain went from being so intense to being completely absent.
But, then an ache in my chest. Why? Would the pain ever stop?
I stood up instantaneously, looked around and ran toward the nearest thing I could smell. My senses had been heightened, but I was used to smelling everything that I hardly noticed.
I could smell further, I had noticed. I could smell things that I wouldn't have the day before.
I ran toward the scent that intrigued me. The aroma kind of made me want to melt; it was so sweet but perfectly balanced with delicious.
I stopped short when I saw where the odor was coming from. A deer, brown and peaceful, was looking up at me, having heard my approach. The deer took a step back, but I was so quick now! I jumped down from my path and made my way to the deer's side. I sunk my teeth into the warm body of the deer and when I pulled them out of the wound, I felt the blood ooze into my mouth. I sighed—through my nostrils—as I savored the blissful taste on my tongue and felt the blood slosh around in my mouth.
After a few minutes of greedily sucking, I pulled my mouth away from the deer, contented.
*End Flashback.* Yes, vampire squirrel.
"Joe?" Olivia recaptured my attention. I turned to look at her; she was gazing into my eyes with a fear.
"What's wrong?" I asked, at her side now.
"It's just… Well, if it is those things again… well, what do we do?"
"I don't know, Olivia. I don't know." I told her the truth. False hope was cruel, and she'd get me for it in the end.
Okay, so, as you can see we've strayed from our original idea, but this came to me in science the other day, and it was begging to be written! We'll work on getting both of our a/n's in from now on. Don't hurt us! We're new at collabing.
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