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Chapter 7

OK. I know I should have run screaming for the hills. There was a guy nibbling on my neck for Christ's sake!! But I couldn't force my legs to move. Partly from fear and partly from something else. The scrape of his teeth and the light touches of his tongue were doing strange things to my body - there was a weird heat deep inside of me and my breathing became slightly laboured. The feelings weren't unpleasant but I felt out of control and when his eyes caught mine I felt like a rabbit staring into the eyes of a hawk that knows it can't escape. I gulped but this seemed only to entice him as he gave my throat one long lick. To my horror a groan left my mouth and my eyelids fluttered shut. Now that did feel good. My hands started to move on their own accord; one curled around his neck and the other pushed through his hair. I really was insane, the thought appeared in my mind which was now in a kind of pink and hazy state. There was a complete stranger about to chew on my vocal cords and I was holding him to my neck.

My mouth opened to protest but then he did another lick on my skin and I had a mind blank again. Even if I did let go of him, I still wouldn't be able to move; his arms were like a cage around me and my stupid legs were still weak from the attack. The fear was still there but now that other feeling was stronger, I tried to think of revolting or disgusting things; the time I broke my leg and it bent askew, the dog I had seen get run over by a truck, seeing mum and Phil kiss for the first time. That was the wrong thing to think. At the memory of kissing my lips went dry and that warmth got even stronger. Snap out of it! I yelled trying to break this black magic spell he was weaving over me.

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Whatever civilised part of me had disappeared the second that wind had blown her scent my way. I had neglected to feed today and I transformed into the hunter of old. Her heart was pumping fast and hard, the flow of her blood was driving me insane. God the scent of her blood. A spicy tangy mix of exotic fruits and the rainforest. I growled low. My respect for that Cullen brat increased how he was able to resist his Blood-singer was a mystery to me. Eleanor was mine. I could also smell hair dye which was no surprise since her hair now had vivid purple stripes in it. I smirked inwardly, her scent matched her personality; strong, exciting and irresistible.

She had noticed the change in me, the fear began to roll off her again which only made her blood smell even better. Instinct took hold and I moved closer to her neck where I could see her pulse and hear the blood moving. Her heart beat faster which only attracted me more. It was simple I was the predator she was my prey. She was about to run. No. My hands shot out and held her in front of me – I absently noticed that her skin was like satin. But all rational thought deserted me when I took a deep breath. My face was against her neck and made her blood scent even more mouthwatering. A growl rumbled from inside of me. Hunger. Blood. Fear. And another factor something about this human entrapped me.

"Why do you effect me so much?" I asked my voice rough from hunger and blood-lust. But I didn't wait for her answer. Leaning forward I ran my mouth along her jugular and lost what little control I had. Even her skin was delicious; a tangy flavour that rivalled the scent of her blood. Our eyes met and I saw the stark terror in those green and blue orbs. Something inside of me stilled and it occurred to me that I didn't want her to be that scared of me. Yes I enjoyed the fear but I also wanted her fiery soul and maddening stubbornness. Deliberately, I licked her neck. A groan came out of her mouth and her eyelids shut. Her scent changed suddenly, the fear was still there but another smell had appeared. Before I could analyse it the girls hands began to move. I froze in shock as they circled my head and pressed me to her. She clearly had no sense of preservation. She actually enjoyed what I was doing. This had never happened before and rocked me to my core. I wasn't in control of this situation. With a sudden move I hit the back of her neck and she sunk into unconscious.

I stood up and looked at her sprawled on the bench. A pathetic, weak mortal human had shaken me and I hated her for that. Why couldn't she have reacted like the other human cattle I had feasted on? Why was she different? No. I had to cut all ties with her. Tonight was the last time I would see her. Bending down I picked her up - gently so as not to rouse her. Hopefully she would dismiss it as a dream if not she would be disposed of no matter what. "No matter what." I repeated it aloud. I made my way back to where those fools had dared to put a hand on her. A plastic bag lay discarded on the side of the road. Supporting her with one hand I looked inside it: 2 haddock wrapped up. They'd be fine. Her scent was all over the bag so I picked it up and followed her scent down the road.

I was a little apprehensive of learning where she lived. Already my interest for her was too strong. How was I going to stay away from her once I knew where she slept. She moved in my arms and made a strange mewing noise. I smiled when I imagined her reaction to me hearing that. Right on cue her eyes opened, they were glazed and unfocused. She looked up at me and I smirked down at her waiting for the inevitable yet entertaining explosion.

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His mouth was on my neck and....My eyes opened. Blinking, I tried to take in my surroundings, I was moving but I could see my feet and they weren't on the floor. Wait a minute. This was very familiar. No. Not again. With dread I looked up and mentally cursed. Yep I was in that bastards arms again. That smirk of his was big on his face and if I wasn't so embarrassed I would kick him were it really hurts. Wait a second hadn't he been feasting on my throat. I was so sure. It had been so real – I'm sure my neck was moist. But we weren't on a bench in fact we were walking towards my house and he had my fish in his hand.

God how humiliating. I had actually dreamt of this pompous jerk sucking on my neck and I was enjoying it. My face glowed red and I wanted a hole to swallow me up right then. How was I supposed to act normal around Caius now. Was that even his name?

"Caius?" I asked looking up at him trying to appear calm and collected.

"Yes spitfire or should I call you kitten from the way you were purring in my arms. Guess you like being in my arms. I don't blame you." he said and happily my anger returned yes I could deal with him when he acted this way. Kitten? I was so going to kill him.

"The only reason I would purr would be if I was watching you be castrated and tortured. And my name is El." I snapped, glad to be angry once more. He smirked at this but kept on walking.,

"Castration eh? Well now I didn't think you were interested in that part of me." he said his voice dropping to a low and seductive tone. My face flushed again and I looked away. Refusing to play his childish games. The house was coming up but he still hadn't put me down.

"But I must admit your the first kitten I've seen with purple stripes." great his mocking voice was back. I was actually proud of my hair I liked it.

" First of all if you call me kitten again I am going to rip out your tongue, which should be done anyway, secondly my hair is none of your business and finally will you please PUT ME DOWN!" I yelled. Being in his arms made me feel small and insignificant. He stopped and slowly lowered me to the ground. I stared pointedly at my bag and he handed it to me without a word. I stomped off down the road and to my shock and horror he began to follow me.

"What are you-" I began but I remembered what had happened last time I walked alone. So I accepted his company and I felt grateful that he didn't bring up the attack. He just nodded and kept walking and somehow I knew that I was safe with him. No-one would bother me with him here, I was protected My legs still felt a little weak – whether it was from the assault or the dream I just didn't know. My house came up and I turned into the drive, then stopped. What was I supposed to say to Caius. Thanks? Go away? Would you like to come in?

"This is your house?" OK choice made. The whip of contempt in his voice stung and I clenched my fists. I spun around and glared at him.

"Yes it is and I love it. So it's not a mansion there's nowhere else I'd rather live." My voice was shaking with fury and my fingers were turning white. Without another word I marched up to the door and slammed it shut. You know I really ought to thank him for saying that. For a little while he had seemed like a decent person and it had nearly fooled me. Now I was sure of what kind of man he was. I put the fish in the fridge and told dad I was tired. Soon I was lying in bed and my eyes began to shut.

Dream

The moon was full and I was running. Snarls and snaps were following me and panic ran through my veins. My feet were heavy and my legs felt like led. An ice cold hand grabbed my wrist and swung me round to face....Bella. Only she was different her skin was white, her eyes a crimson red and her face was streaked with mud and blood. She snarled and lunged for me. I closed my eyes when I heard something hit what sounded like a tree. Another deeper snarl appeared.

I opened my eyes and saw Caius in an aggressive stance growling at my sister, who was sprawled out on a now broken tree. His eyes looked my way and my throat constricted. In a flash he was in front of me. I swallowed and drank him in with my eyes. His face was serious and there was actually worry in his eyes. Slowly he bent his head down to mine.

And then I woke up. Unsure if I was relieved or disappointed I rolled off the bed. OH no. Today was my first day at school. Let the show begin. I put on a pair of black jeans with spider webs on the knees, a black belt with a crystal skull on it, a plain black halter top, my trusty black denim jacket and for the final touch my silver necklace with a back pendant hung from my neck and could be easily seen against my clothes. Dad just raised an eyebrow, he knew better than to ask me to change. I grabbed my satchel and we got into dads police cruiser. I had to get my own car and quick.

Sure enough the second I stepped out of my dads car everyones eyes turned to me. I brought up my old shield and kept my face blank. I could practically here the rumour machine warming up. I went to the office and got my timetable. Even the teachers were staring. Hello! I wanted to yell, but that would only make it worse. The whole day no-one bothered to approach me, but I felt their eyes boring holes into my back and front - there was a lot of staring but no talking. I was really beginning to dread lunch. The bell went and I packed my bag.

"Hey there." I spun around at the unexpected voice. Good Lord someone in this school could actually speak. It was a boy – your typical jock character; blonde hair blue eyes, solid build. The kind of guy who only wanted a girl because she looked good on his arm. See I think there's something wrong with me. Ever since I was little whenever I met something I could tell what they were like: a jerk, nice, a criminal, loyal etc. It made me more of an outcast but it was a useful skill. Already I disliked him. He was an ass but a different one than Caius. Still he was the first one to speak to me I plastered a fake smile on my face and nodded at him to continue.

"My name's Jason and your the new kid right?" his voice was confident and brash. I had the sudden urge to say no I had been here for ages but sarcasm doesn't win friends. Then again did I want friends like him?

"Yeah, I'm Eleanor." I stuck out my hand and he shook it. Great he had sweaty palms. Looking around I saw the other kids gawking at him like he had just climbed into a lion pen. His eyes travelled down and I felt the urge to punch him. I had had enough of playboy idiots.

"So would you like me to show you around?" I wanted to laugh. The school was tiny compared to my old one and I had memorized the map, but if I said no I would only isolate myself more from the students here and I wanted to try, for my dad.

"Sure, it's a little overwhelming being the new kid and all." I fake smiled again and he beamed back at me. For the next 10 minutes I had to endure his drivel and follow him around like a dog. Why did he have to be the brave one. The strange thing was I felt someone watching me. Not the other students or teachers this felt familiar somehow and gave me a sense of safety and fear at the same time. No. He wouldn't come here. Would he? Finally the tour came to a stop and he looked at me expectantly.

"Thanks for showing me around Jason." I said my voice dripping with fake sweetness. Ugh! This kid was annoying. He smiled at me and took my hand in his. My skin crawled as he pulled me down the corridor I could have sworn I heard a growl from the trees behind me.

AN: Hope you enjoy this chapter. Do you think I write Caius's character OK? Anyway next chap will be Caius POV of the school day. I know it Was Mike before but I realised that he would have graduated by now or at least been in a different year and 2 years older than EL. Thanks again to Lone-angel-1992 for giving me the plot idea. Hope this is what you wanted. Thanks for the reviews.

Sneak Peak

He put his hand on her soft skin. Everything primal and wild in me was screaming to rip that boy to shreds for touching her. For touching what was mine.