I walked to my car in silence. I stopped to pull my arms into my heavy rucksack. I wondered what would be going on when I got home, if my mother was trying to cook for me again. I laughed, feeling the ache and burn fill my throat. I really could have done with some hunting, but my family insisted I try to work on eating normal food.

The next thing I know I'm pinpointed up against my car, hardly breathing. His face was like my dad's, like my aunts and like my mums. I knew exactly what he was without even thinking. I'd noticed no one was in the parking lot any more. This always happened to me.

His bright blond hair looked beautiful in the sunlight, matching his pitch black eyes. I smirked, they matched mine. We stood staring at one another, comparing and trying to find each tiny detail. I felt he could read me like a book, he probably could. I was an open book.

"Renesmee." His soft angry voice flew right through me, I guessed he wasn't a good guy. Was he figuring out I was half what he was, and half human? I'd heard of hunters, they wasn't vegetarians like us. I gulped.

"Don't be scared, get in." He pointed to my car. He got in the driving side and I sighed again. Was he a ruthless driver like my dad is? It seemed he would be. I didn't fancy going 100mph today though.

The sights rushed past me, it wasn't like riding with Jacob. If I looked out the window this time, I'd be sick. At least he was concentrating on the road, or maybe there wasn't a conversation to have. He was just going to kill me.

"Hi." I sad. I had to say something to break the awkward silence, and to stop me having a panic attack in front of him.

"Hm." He said, he turned to face me and I couldn't help but laugh, my nerves were getting the better of me. I thought things over in my head, how he could kill me, from what angle would I die. I thought it was silly to think I'd actually die, but I was part human after all.

"I'm not going to kill you Renesmee, so stop thinking it." Could he mind read? Oh that was more embarrassing then having my father listen into my thoughts. "Yes I can read your mind." I laughed, that was obvious now.

"How?" I asked curiously, I knew it could just be his special power he inherits when becoming a vampire, but his strength was also abnormal. You couldn't have two powers so amazing could you?

"Well, I have a power that makes me greater than anyone Renesmee." I figured he was rather vain, but if I was him I would be aswell.

"What's your power then?" I asked.
"Um. Well, I didn't know I had it until a while ago, but whenever I seem to kill a human, or a vampire I get a power. If I kill a human, I'd get the power they would get if they was a vampire, and if I kill a vampire, I just get all the powers they already have." I gulped. It wasn't nice to think I was just another of his guinea pigs, kill me and then leave with my magical powers.

"I don't have to kill them, but I enjoy doing so." I tried to keep my thought to a minimum about what I actually thought about him, I didn't want to die. It wasn't something on my wish list.

"What do you want with me then?" I already knew, but it was worth a try.

"Isn't it clear right now? I would like to kill you, it would hurt your family like they hurt mine. But I won't. You wasn't even alive.." He cut off. I could tell something had happened along time ago, and I didn't want to know the full details.

"So. I will spare you, but I want your power's. They will come in handy. Like how your able to break through shields by forcing yourself on people." He smiled viciously, an evil smile. It scared me for the first time in my life, I was never really scared of anything knowing I was powerful to fight it off or live through it.

"Thanks." I held back a laugh.

"I will get your family though Renesmee, you know that don't you?" Why did things have to get difficult for me when I was getting used to the fact I wouldn't have my powers any more.

"What?" I must have been screaming, because my throat ached after that, and it wasn't the thirst doing it.

"Don't be scared, please." Stupid answer, I felt the panic attack coming back, hyperventilating.

He stopped the car. I could have tried to run then but I didn't have much hope of escaping. I walked with him, hand in hand. His skin icy cold, it reminded me of my mums. I cringed.

He led me into a house, it was small like Jacobs and in the middle of nowhere. I knew it was near Forks though. I was preying for someone to feel my distress. Where was Alice? Where was my dad?

The house looked bigger inside, it was not looked after though. It was in tatters like no one had lived in for century's. I guess maybe they hadn't. I saw a fiery red sitting by the fireplace, her red hair covered the top half of the chair. She heaved when she saw me. She reminded me of someone.

"She looks like Edward, don't you agree?" At least I was being compared to someone so much more beautiful than her. I felt the grip on my hand get tighter. He had heard.

"Yes." It looked like she didn't have a power. "I'm going to take her to the top rooms. Get this done fast and easy." I thought over in my head that it could be a dream. A really sick dream, a nightmare.

We was up the long staircase before I could say anything. He'd swept me up in his arms and placed me on a bed. A long double bed. This was surely the cleanest place in the whole house. I could feel the fiery red downstairs thinking about him killing me.

"Hold still, please." He said, I was fidgeting a lot more then usual. But I always fidgeted when I was nervous, so I couldn't hep it.

"If you keep moving, you'll end up dead." I happened to lay stiff as cardboard after that, his teeth lunging into my neck. It felt more sensational then painful. An electric current was flowing through my body, and my heart pumped even faster then it normally did. My nostrils flared out trying to suck in as much air as possible. My legs twitched and turned, and I felt my skin turn colder then it had before. The blush left my cheeks. I felt more dead then alive, but it still felt extraordinary. Some people would kill to feel like this. My eyes zoomed in on his face. He did have more scar's then I had noticed, maybe they wasn't clear to the eye unless you was close. "Thank you." He whispered in my ear, his cold breath cooling the last warm part on my body. Still I felt like he wasn't the bad guy he made out to be. I could have cried, but the tears wouldn't come out. Holding back as much as possible I staggered to the floor, falling helpless on the floorboards.

I felt like my life was ruined, as I heard the fiery red ask if he'd killed me, of course he said yes. Then I knew she was powerless, if she was even a vampire.
I crawled to the top of the staircase as I heard the door slam.

Someone would find me wouldn't they? I didn't know if I could last much longer.