Huleinette is pronounced 'Who-lean-et-ay'
Chapter Fifty Two
Huleinette's PoV
8th May 2008
I was running for my life, that was pretty clear. But running from what I didn't know, it was not vampire, shape shifter nor a child of the moon. It was not another witch or even a witch blood being. It was not a hybrid or a human.
I kept running, this creature in hot persuit mere miles behind me. I tred carefully, trying to leave little trace of myself, but somehow I knew it was not working. I was not elegant or careful enough not to leave foot marks or brush my arms against the thick undergrowth of neverending trees and shrubs.
My backpack was heavy, I hauled it onto my other sholder taking a few breaths doing so. The smell of the area was funny, I was not an acomplished smeller, but our senses were hightened to those of human standard. I smelled a vampire. Miles away... 10 miles? 15? More?!
I began to run again trying to put my mind at ease, I set a brisk pase, not quite running as fast as I was before. In the faint light of the omnipressent sunset I could see a break in the trees. I ran for the break for I thought it would be my chance to get out of this gruling forest.
As I got to the break, bushes covered my path, brambles higher than my neck blocked my way. I took out my knife, viciously slashing away at the thorns, leaves rained like snowflakes as I attacked the bushes.
As I forced my way through, I pushed on the brambles and fell waist deep in thick boggy water. A swamp.
A SWAMP!
I punched the water, to no avail, and even though my mind was telling me it was stupid, the punches let me take my anger out.
As I began walking, a thick line of tall grasses sticking out of the water caught my eyes. I walked towards them, my feet making a 'slurrrrp-suck-pop' sound as I dragged my feet out of the mud each time. I reached out to move the grass... and cut my hand.
The grass was sharp, it stung like a paper cut, but between death and cuts, I knew what to pick.
I begrudingly carried on through the now knee high sludge, but at least the plants made the ground more secure, the plants cut me though. They stung like a bitch, and with every step i took, warm blood oozed from my arms, cheaks and thighs, getting infected with mud and bacteria. Small insects kept landing on me and with every swat, I weakened.
By dawn the, the grass had dispersed and there was bearly none left. The blood was crusty scabs and my hair which was once wavy, short and black was now matted bloody, mucky curls stuck out in a discusting display.
Dirt covered my clothes and my shoes were soaking. My feet ached, my mucscles killed and my level of exaustion was almost at the end.
And if that was not bad enough, as I began walking slower, I tripped over a boulder. The boulder was large and covered by water, I fell head first into the mucky water and my back split open and the sholder strapped ripped.
All my food spilled out, soaking in the infested water as i could almost see the animals reaching for the food befor my eyes.
I pulled myself up on the boulder, and noticed... another thick line of that grass. The thick cutting sort. I stood, using the last of my energy and bolted for the grass, something was coming and I knew I would be safe if I ran.
As suspected, the grass cut my arms, legs, face. You name a place, it cut it. Blood trickled down my face, but with a new adreneline rush inside of me, I bolted through the grass, faster than any human, but maybe not fast enough.
I stumbled again as my feet made contact with solid ground. Solid, rocky ground with moss and trees and shrubs. Not long cutting grass and festering water that harboured an amazing amount of life in it.
I grimiced as the pain from the cuts took over. I had lost too much blood. Too much energy. I sat down slowly, catching a glimpse of a glittlering object in the distance. I layed down to rest... to meet the end.
Rosalie's PoV
10th May 2008
"Carlisle, she can't just die." I said to Carlisle.
"I'm doing my best Rose, but the woman won't wake. She's in a critical state. Blood loss, exaustion, I think she may need a real hospital." He said.
"No! She's a witch. Smell her blood. She will live." I said strongly. This woman could not die.
I smelled blood. Human...? No, witch! I ran for the smell, stopping to gather my bearings as a groan of pain caught my attention. I ran towards the sound.
A battered woman lay there, thin and frail, the woman could have been no more than 20 but looked about 40.
The girl was asleep... or passed out. I carried her, picking her up gentilly to take to Carlilse.
"I'll try my best." He had said.
Huleinette's PoV
I woke up. Bright light shone in my face and the stench of vampires filled my nose, not a rank smell, just a large coven somewhere near by.
I felt detached somehow, The 'beep-beep' of the machien next to me and the various tubes in my nose and mouth were unnessisairy, but I wasn't looking at it from a human point of view. I reached to the tubes, pulling them one by one from my body. When I was free of the complications, I pulled the cover off myself. The air was warm, and i could smell something delicious cooking. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and I stumbled into a large male vampire.
Had I really got that careless?! I almost screamed, but then the vampire backed away. My first thought was shock, the second annoyance. What on eath was this?!
I looked up at the large blonde vampire, he wasn't large really... just tall with long stringy muscles and faint scars of bites on his arms that made his look both menicing and perculia at the same time.
"What the hell are you?!" I said, breathless at the sudden change in temperature of the room.
"I'm a vampire. You're a witch." He stated.
"No shit sherlock." I didn't mean for the remard to come out quite as snide and sarcastic as it did.
"My name is Jasper, Ma'am." He said.
"You're a golden eye!" I blurted.
"Yes, Ma'am." Said Jasper, he was quite a gentleman.
I smiled at him, surely he wasn't the only vampire here.
"My wife saw you awake, would you like some food?" He asked. Food sounded terific. I nodded once. I took a step and stumbled again. In a dash, his arms were around me helping me up, I smiled up at him and leaned onto his arm as I limped down the stairs to eat.
The hospital was a house. A BIG house.
The kitchen was huge, it joined onto the Dining room via glass doors, and in the dining room, glass doors lead onto a stunning large garden with a patio and a sea view. I grinned as another blonde vampire walked over to me.
He was older than the others, you could tell by his demenor and the way he carried and presented himself.
"How do you feel today?" He asked.
"Weak... tierd... happy." I said, as the food began been set out.
"My children and grandchildren will be coming to join us very soon, and some of their imprints, so you may want to eat and then leave to the room you were in, or you could stay with us all and we could explain every question I can see on your face at the minute." He smiled, and his happiness was infectious. I smiled back for the sake of it.
"Could I stay please? I'm curious. As long as I don't get umm... eaten... of course." I laughed nervously at the blonde vampire.
"My names Carlilse, and I doubt that would happen!"
A sharp knock at the door alerted the arrival or the vampires. But there wern't just vampires, there were hybrids, witch bloods, shape shifters and even a baby witch. I couldn't help but be mesmarised as the family introduced themselves one by one to me.
The most striking had to be the young child Madison who was very sinsear or the Blonde woman, Rosalie who was too beautiful for words.
I was first to wolf down the food, no pun intended. The fresh bread rolls, coutless stacks of pancakes, large pots of warm drinks and Scones with Jam.
It was amazing and all fresh. When my stomach was full, I actually realised something. I was clean. My cuts were thin lines on my skin, if not most of them were gone, and in place of my dirty clothes, I was wearing a seriously hot red dress and ballet flats. I reached up to my hair and touched the bouncy curls that lay there.
I turned to the person closest to me, and without me even saying a word she just said 'Ask Alice' with a knowing smile.
I looked for the dark haired small vampire and failed to see her in the crowd.
I turned to the friendly vampire, Jasper. He seemed to have a calming effect on me.
"Where is... ALice?" I said the name and smiled, I'm sure he had said that was his wife.
"She's in the kitchen with Esme and Bella preparing course two!" He laughed at my face when I cringed. More food? What did these people eat! (By people I meant Shapeshifters, the baby witch, the hybrids and the young witchblood.
"Alice?" I called into the kitchen. A vampire startled me by appearing in my face.
"Yes?" She asked me, looking far too happy, but at the same time amazingly thoughtful.
"What is" I gestured down my body and to my hair, "This?"
"Clothes! Of course you can't be filthy to meet my family in. You needed clothes and food, so we gave you some. Is that so bad?" She smiled sadly.
"I-I-I... Ive just never been treat like this before. It's nice, y'know?" I smiled sadly.
"There's still good people in the world, even if it's hard to believe." Alice retorted. "Help me take these out?" She held out a tray of cakes and buns that were fresh by the smell of them. I took the tray and placed them into the middle of the table, taking two for myself as they smelled so delicious.
How could people that can't eat cook something so delicious?!
I took another big bite and licked the cream of my lips. then I remembered. The vampire in the distance. The flash of long blonde hair.
Rosalie had saved my life and I owned her. I owed her a life debt.
