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"A gunshot was heard."
Carlisle watched in slow motion as the bullet penetrated the skin of the berry before exploding its juices out. It took a few seconds before his brain processed and came up with the most obvious reaction. Hide.
He immediately dropped down low to the ground and crawled his way to the nearest rock he could hide behind. Adrenaline was pumping furiously into his veins; his heart pounding with every beat, hoping his attacker would not kill dead on the spot. As he reached shelter, he grabbed a long stick and held it tightly in his hand, facing the direction in which the bullet originated from. His body was tensed and ready for an attack. He wouldn't go down without a fight, be it by fist or weapon.
I have my family waiting for me; I can't die here.
It was quiet; the only sound heard were Carlisle's deep breathing. But it didn't take long; he heard another rustling and saw a fast-moving figure in the bushes somewhere. He turned his head in every direction, trying to figure out where it was. Silence again. Carlisle slowly peeked out from his rock, craning his neck to get a view.
"You do know that sundrops can cause paralysis for 24 hours if eaten before its fully matured?" A voice suddenly spoke from behind causing Carlisle fall to the floor and hurriedly scrambled back to his feet.
The source of the voice was a man, sitting cross-legged on the ground a few meters from Carlisle, looking at him with curious sky blue eyes. The man was in his early twenties; he was donning a mint green tailcoat and purple top hat with sale stickers and a teacup handle. "Maybe I'm hallucinating, since when did tailcoats go back into fashion?", Carlisle thought. So deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice the man had started talking.
"…last time I ate it raw, I couldn't even move my fingers to scratch my nose. Two word, PURE Torture." the man continued talking, rocking back and forth in his place.
"What?" Carlisle asked confusedly. What was he talking about?
"I know right? And then a squirrel suddenly dropped on my face and started digging my teeth out …"
"Wait, wait, wait! What the hell are you talking about? And who are you?" Carlisle cut him off desperately, trying to find sense in his food-deprived mind. "Were you the person who tried to shot the bullet earlier?"
He made a "tch" sound, shaking his head. "It's rude to cut people off, you know?"
"Well…Anyways, I also don't want to be rude so let me introduce myself."
He got up to brush the dirt from his tail coat and began walking up nearer to Carlisle until they were an arm's length away before he held out his hand and smiled.
"My name is Cain Dupre and yes, that was my bullet."
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