David's POV

"David,"

God, now I was hearing her voice.

It was coming from the dunes, my name, repeating itself over and over again.

it's just your imagination. I thought, but still i made my way toward the sound.

"Boo," Came a familiar voice from behind me, and I found myself face to face with Taylor.

She had changed a lot, something I thought vampires couldn't do, really. Instead of her usually light jeans and hollister shirt, she was in high waisted shorts and a crop top, tied intricately in the back. Her once platnum and black colored hair was traded for a beachy blonde. Even her face seemed to have changed, despite that being, you know, physically impossible. her eyes were wider, more alive than ever, and her lips were a cherry color that I couldn't tell if it came from a lipstick tube or was natural. She was flawless, an eye catcher no matter where she went.

And she was standing right in front of me.

"Taylor," I said, forcing it to sound cold, aloof. "What are you doing here?"

I tried to be strong, to not be bothered by her sudden appearance into my life.

"I'm back, David. For good this time, I think."

"Well, that's not the first time she's said that and lied about it, now is it Taylor?"

That remark didn't come from me, though I wish I was clever enough to think it up. Instead, I found myself looking in the direction of the ocean, from which Sam had emerged.