Chapter 6:

Old Visitor

"The eyes…"

"What eyes Lucy?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from straining.

I went to the window, refusing to make eye contact with Ricky, and glanced out the window. There was no red eyes.

"You saw them. You did." Lucy said in a shaky voice.

"Let's go get Edward," I replied in a calm voice. I refused too believe. My eyes were playing tricks on me. Tricks of the light.

I rushed out of the room, stolen blood rushing to my cheeks. What was happening? It wouldn't be. It couldn't be.

Edward was by my side as soon as I opened the door. I rushed into his arms, and his hands were already on my face, stroking his thumb against my cheek.

"How did you know?" I whispered, nuzzling into his hand, my eyes moist.

"Lucy called," he said solemnly. For the first time in my life, I was horrified and upset that Edward couldn't read my thoughts. Was he so connected with Lucy that he could hear her thoughts from far away?

"Let's go," I whispered, disconnecting myself with Edward.

For the rest of the night, we searched in the dark of night, looking for the red eyes. I had to admit, even though my body was turning over every inch of the campus and nearby forest, I hoped we would not find what we were all expecting. And to my greatest pleasure, but also disappointment, we found nothing. No trace.

When we returned back to the dorms, I was too afraid of Ricky to return to my own room. I felt ashamed of myself for being afraid, but also revealing myself. Would Sarah ever have a normal life? Not with me around.

I couldn't help notice that I didn't see Lucy return to the dorms. She had stalked off after we had all given up, with no doubt heading to see the Professor.

And that's exactly what I dreamed of once I had snuggled close to Edward's hard rock perfection late at night.

Lucy was pacing across the office… no across the window in Greg Ryan's English Literature office. She was shaking, glancing out of the window every few seconds, trying and searching for the red eyes.

"Lucy…" Greg's deep voice soothed. "Sit down."

She just shook her head, wiggling her hands nervously together.

He got up from his chair behind his desk and slowly approched behind her. His arms circled around her waist, but she didn't flinch. She could smell the rich aroma of his blood circling throughout the room.

"I know your scared," he soothed, rubbing his hands along her sides.

Lucy sighed into him, but not for the reason he thought she was. He thought she was scared of them, of the emotions they both we're feeling. It was much bigger than just him and her.

Greg turned her around to face him, and smiled contently down at her. He had a wonderful smile.

"I'll protect you," he whispered and knelt his lips down to kiss her. Lucy laughed against his lips, thinking how very wrong he was.

His eyes closed and he kissed her harder, the scruff against his cheeks rubbing deliciously against her hard skin.

Her eyes remained opened and she couldn't help glancing over at the window.

Lucy screamed.

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"Mom," Lucy whispered, inching ever so closer. "Mom, did you see that?"

I turned to her, looked into her golden eyes. She was so scared. It was the first time I noticed how young she looked now. As if she were actually fifteen. A terrified teenage.

I looked around, scanning every part of the campus. There was nothing.

"Lucy…" I lowered my voice, glancing around to see no one was ease dropping. "I think your working yourself up over nothing."

"It's not nothing!" She hissed.

I tried to smile at her, to take away her pain and fear. It didn't help, her face just turned to stone.

"We looked everywhere…" I tried. "There was nothing."

"You don't know that!" Lucy cried in a strangled voice. "It's following me… I know it. I see the red everywhere."

I patted her hand that were carrying her books, the hands were tense and tight. "Don't worry," I soothed. "There are four vampires on this campus. There is no danger."

Lucy forced a smiled, but it didn't touch her golden and frightened eyes. "I hope your right mom."

"Where are you going?"

Lucy just looked at me with her sharp eyes, turned, and muttered, "Hunting."

She left in a flash, her body melting into thin air.

It was cold off campus, the wind gusting in blasts of cold air. But it didn't affect Lucy's old, hard, dead skin.

She went close, just wanting to feed, to get her mind off the red eyes. The forest was covered in thick, green trees, the ground was covered in long, green grass, the moss covered the roots in rich, green moss. It was all green. No red.

Red.

It was there! In the trees. She could deffinately see the red against the green. But as soon as she blinked, it disappeared.

Lucy turned around in circles, searching. Her nose was on fire with the sickly sweet scent.

No red. She didn't move from that spot, her body rotated in circles, but she didn't dare take a step.

There was that flash of glimmering red again.

"STOP!" Lucy cried out into the pitch black. "I swear to god I will hunt you down- and kill you!"

There was no answer, no flash of the evil eyes.

Lucy took a deep breath. She wasn't going crazy. The eyes were real, they were alive.

She stood still for a moment, willing herself not to be afraid, trying to control her panting. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid.

A russle in the grass.

Lucy whipped around as fast as she could, but all she saw was empty air.

Two hands wrapped around her neck from behind. Instantly Lucy began to forget she did not have to breathe and she sputtered and coughed and kicked. Her feet were suddenly above the ground and the hands around her neck tightened.

It was a vampire- that she knew. The hands were so strong, with a twitch of their hands, she would be dead.

Bella! Edward! Beautiful, perfect Edward. She would miss him most.

Just as the fingers of the hands began to leave hearsh red marks on her skin, the hands went loose. Lucy fell to the the ground, too shocked to move or pick herself up. She could breath again and she coughed and sputtered, destintively curling up into a ball. Her instincts told her to fight back, but she knew it was over, the vampire was too strong.

"Not so pretty anymore are you?" Two legs wrapped in worn jeans appeared infront of her. The legs bent down and the strong fingers stroked up under her chin. Lucy recoiled from the touch, but the fingers were impossible to fight against. Even so, Lucy tried to fight back, shoving her chin to the side, not looking at the monster going to kill her.

The monster just like you, her brain told her. The red eyes appeared in front of her face, and Lucy's own adjusted instantly to the darkness around them.

The most striking face looked back at her. It was sharp, harsh, and beautiful.

But it had not always looked like that. "Nell?"

The snarling face infront of her turned into a grin. "So you remember my name now do you Lucy?" Nell. Nell from Alaska. Nell that carried her books. Neel who was murdered by the Volturri.

"Oh no," Lucy whispered.

The smile on his face grew bigger. Nell was worse than murdered. He was turned.

"I wouldn't think of it like that. I have strength, I have beauty, I have immortality, and I have power. What more would a foolish and native boy ask for?"

Lucy's face grew hard. "Nell… it's a curse."

He laughed then, his harsh face turning even sharper. But still beautiful. "I should have known you weren't human… You were too beautiful. Too perfect."

She didn't answer, just gazed into his liquid blood red eyes.

"And now, so am I." He again flashed her too white, too dangerous teeth.

"Nell… Nell… Nell…" It was all Lucy could say, staring at the boy infront of her. What had happened? He was so different. No longer timid. No longer a push over.

"Lucy." Nell's voice was soft. Soft, velvet. But still his own. He gazed right back at her. The red eyes matched the gold, both equal in beauty.

But then his voice grew hard and cold. "Wasn't… wasn't it Nigel you always called me?" That sharp smile was a reoccuring look on his face. "It's Nell now that I'm going to kill you is it?"

Fight! Her mind told her. She would fight. Her fist came flying out to connect to Nell's face. He may have been stronger, but Lucy had years of experience and faster reflexes.

The fist connected with nose and he was knocked backward off his feet. This gave Lucy just enough time to jump on her feet, croching into fighting position. Even though she wasn't an experienced fighter, her body knew what to do. The vemon that circulated in her vains was dying to fight, to hurt, and to kill.

Nell jumped to his feet with grace, his back arching for a fight. "I'll kill you," he whispered.

Lucy barely smiled before her entire body disappeared into the night. "We'll see about that…"

She moved as quiet as she could across the moist grass. He was trained well though, his head moved with the slight whoosh of her feet.

Lucy wondered if she should run, get the help of the other three vampires, but would she make it there in time? Would she put the lives of innocent humans at stake? Did she even need help? Lucy was strong. Lucy was fast. Lucy had power. She was a vampire for damn's sake. She could win.

Her fist made contact with his stomach, and Nell heaved over in pain, but not before reaching out and grabbing a fist full of Lucy's hair. He went down, dragging her with him. He landed on top of her, could feel her body even if it was invisible.

Nell pinned her down, but Lucy still attacked. Her fingers ran down his chest, cutting through his clothes. He hissed in pain, moving one of his hands blindedly infront of him until he grabbed her arm. Lucy tried to struggle out of his reach, but his grip was unbreakable. Her struggling took affect though, as Nell attempted to push her hand behind her head.

Lucy took advantage of only one of his hands supporting his weight, and used her legs to push him. Nell stumbled over to the side, cursing and grumbling. Lucy ran over to him with a whoosh of air, pinning her foot between his chin and collarbone.

He sputtered, coughed and grabbing her ankle with both his hands. But her leg was more powerful and with enough force her foot could go through his neck.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you now," Lucy hissed through her teeth.

With silence, the two hands wrapped around Lucy's ankle, suddenly became powerful and they pushed her leg up into the air, throwing her across the woods. It all happened in slow motion to Lucy, she could feel the rush of air against her back as she was thrown. She could see Nell jump instantly to his feet and rush just a millimeter behind her sorrowing body.

Then it stopped with a loud thump as her body connected with the ground. She could feel her body indent into the cold ground and then felt the weight of Nell as he pinned her hands above her head and smashed his knees on each of her legs.

Nell's face was so close she could see very tiny and almost invisible freckles on his pale white skin. His hand went up to her face, and Lucy wanted to flinch back, but she didn't. To her surprise, his fingers went up to stroke the black ash on her forehead. "Because even if your no longer perfect, your beautiful to me."

His lips were suddenly on hers, and Lucy wanted to fight him off, but she was paralyzed in her place. Unbelievable heat coursed through her body, her lips flaming on fire, her breathe caught in her throat.

It was then that he pulled his mouth away from hers, and sunk his teeth into her exposed throat.

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