Calling

Chapter 7: Amazing

Seth

Erin was unusually quiet on the way home. Nahuel had left, leaving a note and money at the motel for us. I was speeding down the road on the bike with her clinging to me with all the strength she had. I could feel her arms tighten, making it hard to breathe. It was strange. It was as if she acquired my strength and my ability to heal rapidly, only she was a whole lot faster in healing than I was. I chuckled a little, making her shiver. After a few hours, we were parked safely in front of her house. Erin took her arms away, and I felt a blast of freezing cold air where her arms used to be.

"Seth, wanna come in?" she asked, walking towards the door. I got up off of the bike. As she pulled her keys out of her backpack, I couldn't help but ogle at her. Her messy, orange-red hair twisted in the breeze. It resembled the fiery tangle of locks on that evil vampire's head...

No. Erin wasn't evil. Why would I even match her with Victoria? I shook my head and stared at her face as she tried to put the right key into the lock. Her forehead was crinkled in frustration as she jammed a third key into the lock with no success. Her turquoise eyes were bright, and her nose was curved perfectly to compliment them. My eyes finally made it to her lips. They were gently parted, not too plump, not to skinny. There was a small sheen of lip gloss, which I knew was chocolate flavored. She hated any other flavor. Especially cherry. I wished that I could kiss her, right then and there, when she was obviously in need of love. How could someone so beautiful live alone like this? She should have hundreds, no, thousands of boyfriends doting on her and wishing that they could kiss her. Boyfriends who would rather spend a lifetime with her than playing video games or driving fast sports cars. But she is going to become the mate of a werewolf. My mate. I sighed.

"Aha!" Erin laughed as a key finally fit into the door. She turned it to the left and opened the door. I followed her inside as she turned on the lights. She had a regular, normal house, not one you'd expect a millionaire to live in. I saw a small TV in the corner, and a loveseat right across from it. A coffee table was in the middle of the room, covered with magazines and a few remotes. I sat down on the loveseat and looked through the magazines. Some were the weekly news from Forks and La Push, and some were National Geographic. There were no magazines with Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt on the cover, none with some hot, teenage girls' heartthrob and a headline that reads, "All My Secrets."

"Erin, where are you?" I called out, realizing she wasn't there.

"In here," she croaked from the kitchen. Was she crying?

I ran towards her, to be met by a blast of sickeningly sweet and icy scent. Erin was on the ground, staring intently at a note she was holding. I knelt beside her, worried.

Erin,

You better watch out. I'm coming back for you.

That was the letter said. Erin was in shock. I was dumbfounded. Who was coming for her?

AN: YAY!!! I got the idea out. Now, let's see... Who could her mystery visitor be?! Sorry it's too short. I promise the next will be longer.

Please press the review button below. Thank you for your time.