Olivia's POV

I had been running south for god knows how long; it had to have been at least a couple of days; only stopping to drain small animals for strength. Sticking to the shadows and only resting when I couldn't go on; avoiding the unsuspecting humans at all cost. I was sure that I was a mess but I didn't mind.

I wasn't actually sure where I was travelling at this moment… all I knew was that I wasn't in America anymore; at least not North America anyway. I had been staying on land, not because I was scared of swimming but wet clothes would make this unnecessarily uncomfortable. I stopped running when I reached a large forest, more dense than I had ever seen. Could I have reached Brazil? How had I not noticed the various towns that I must have passed through at night? Maybe because all you've been thinking about is him. My inner voice accused. My legs shook under me, overworked. I trudged into the forest, tired and searched for something, anything to drain.

I crouched low when I heard a strong heartbeat about seventy feet south from me. I ran in stealth mode as me instincts took over; the scene around me was blank as I charge silently for the jaguar who was peacefully drinking for a still lake. I smiled menacingly as I pounced for the kill but something was wrong. The only thing stronger than the instinct to feed was the instinct to protect myself.

I turned in the air and landed in a crouch; affectively scaring the jaguar away and growled at the stranger who had threatened to steal my meal. He looked amused at my reaction to him but widened his eyes at me. What? He smiled a pleasant smile and stepped forward; I moved back keeping my position. I was still in instinct mode. I took the time to evaluate the reason why I was still thirsty. He was obviously not human, yet his skin only held a slight sparkle. Like mine. He was attractive, too handsome to be human and too handsome to be a vampire. As am I.

He had light brown skin with eyes the colour of teak; his long hair fell over his shoulder in a long shiny black braid. His clothes were clean. He smelled musky and sorta like spice. My eyes skimmed back to his again… teak? Human drinker. I growled again and waited for him to respond in any kind of way. His nostrils flared then flared again; then his eye brows furrowed. Ha! Can't smell me. A smug grin snuck across my face and the stranger tilted his head to one side; I copied his movement.

"Hola." He said fluently.

"Puedo enfoque que o vas a atacar?" He asked me. You what?

"Habla usted español?" He continued. I shook my head. I dont understand you!

"Hello?" He asked; his voice musical like mine. That's better.

"Hello." I answered him dryly.

"Can I approach you? Or are you going to attack?" He asked coyly as he stared at my crouch.

"I won't hurt you." He continued as he walked towards me in human speed. For some reason I trusted his words and straightened out of my crouch; walking towards him too. We stopped when we were about a meter away from each other.

"What is your name?" He asked me clearly.

"Olivia Swan. What is your name?" I answered him then returned the question.

"My name is Nahuel." He answered as he held his hand out to me.

Thoughts?

Ooo, she met Nahuel. For anyone who doesn't know him, he's the half vampire that Jasper and Alice go and get to help them with the Volturi.

I know that it's really short but I couldn't help it.

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