NOTES: This chapter will be taken a few months after Breaking Dawn. Edward and Bella did get married but they didn't have Renesmee.

Chapter 7: Vampire

'Run, run!' The angelic voice in my head frantically yells. And I do. I listen. She doesn't need to tell me twice. Bursting full speed down another dark alleyway, I leap over fallen trash cans and their spilled waste across the pavement. Never did I think I could run this fast-faster than what I've seen other humans run-but not fast enough.

"And she ran, and ran, and ran, just like the Ginger Bread man," his voice is icy, foreign, and echoes all around me as if he's right behind me. Afraid to look, I keep my head forward and eye up another corner, turning on my heels and nearly skipping across the alleyway. I take a sharp turn down another. He's been chasing me for a while now, but this is the closest he's gotten. Playing me. I know he can catch me with ease-I am not nearly as fast as he is. Whatever he is.

It started in Butte, Montana, shortly after I escaped from the hospital. I worked here and there to make money to take buses to Forks. They were simple jobs, low paying work like sweeping up hair at a salon, or doing the dishes and trash for family own restaurants. Jobs that rarely ask for previous employment and social security since I have neither that I can remember. Depending the job, depended on how long I stayed in each city and where I slept. Most times I slept in the buses on the way to the next city, or behind shops or in the park. Working at the restaurants was the easiest to handle, since I wouldn't need to worry about food. But then I reached Hayden, Idaho. It was a cute city, but one day after working at a bakery, I ran into a tall man with short black hair and brilliant red eyes. He wore a long black drench coat-and reminded me of the man from my dreams. At first, I thought he was just one of those people who liked to dress up, and was wearing colored contacts. But then he smiled, an evil smile, one that sent chills down my spine. He grabbed me by my shoulders, his pale skin bright in the moonlight.

Breaking free from his tight hold, I ran away. At that time, he didn't chase me. He watched as I got away all with that damned smile on his face. I didn't stop running until I reached a bus stop, where fortunately, a bus was waiting. At I got on the bus, I could see the man waving to me just from behind the bus, his red eyes piercing in the dark. My heart never beat so fast.

I reached Spokane, Washington, and got another job at a hair salon; which meant I'd be staying here longer since I'd have to buy food and save. Three days would go by without incident, and that's when I saw him again. I was lying on the hard grating surface of a jungle gym in a park when I saw his eyes below the grating, staring up at me-with that smile.

"Looks like the cat's out of the bag," he said with his strong accent. It sounded much like an Italian accent would.

Not understanding what he meant by what he said, I leaped off the gym and bolted for the city, where I knew many people were walking around. I ran down a hill, nearly tripping half way, and down into the first street. I chanced it by glancing behind me to find him standing at the hilltop, his arms crossed and a wicked smile on his face. I was able to get into a crowd that's not too far from the park and lost him when I shuffled past a few bystanders. I felt safer here. After that I kept to the crowds while I stayed in Spokane. Sleeping on the pavement next to trashcans, where everyone and their mother could see me. Often I would get strange looks of disgust or pity, but I was just happy I was seen. Finally, a week later, I reached Seattle. And it is now, during the present, that I am being chased by him again.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are. Mio dolce angioletto [My sweet little angel.]" He chuckles loudly. He must be walking as he pursues me, for I know he can outrun me. I don't slow my pace. "I hear so many are after you." He coos.

So many after me? I have no idea what he means by that. I haven't been chased like this except for in my vision back in La Push, where; I jumped off the cliff. And even then, I can't remember what it was that chased me or why.

"Leave me alone!" I shout back at him, taking a left turn. I was in the middle of the city somewhere, near the middle of the night. When the majority are asleep. And where I had no idea where I am in a maze of alleyways.

Taking a chance, I look behind myself to find no one chasing me, by brows furrow in confusion. Looking back ahead, I find the man standing a few feet in front of me, forcing me to skid to a stop, stepping a few feet back away from him.

His arms are behind his back, and his red eyes delve deep into my soul.

"Who are you, what are you, and why the hell are you following me?"

"MY name is Giovani, and I am a creature of the night. I follow you because they want me too." He replies with a grin, taking a step forward towards me. I step back again.

They? Creature of the night? I plunder my mind on what it could mean, and if he was being real with me. But then again. He just appeared in front of me out of nowhere, and he's followed me a great distance all without taking the same bus as I have. "What do you mean, creature of the night, like a vampire or werewolf?" I ask, trying to stall him while I figure out what to do next.

"Magnifico [magnificent]." I under what that word meant, it sounded all too familiar. He throws his hands out to both sides and lets out a diabolical laugh.

He doesn't look like what a werewolf would appear as, but he looks like a man who'd dress up as a vampire. But that can't be true. Vampires are not real… Or are they? He traveled so quickly and appeared so suddenly out of nowhere. Humans can't do that.

"Who sent you?"

"Tsk, tsk," he shakes a finger at me, "That I can't tell you."

He walks to me, this time at a quickened pace. I take a clumsy step back, raising my left hand up to block myself, but it's futile, as I trip over a trash bag, landing on my ass. He reaches down for me, and panic takes over.

Some brilliant yellow light envelopes my left hand, taking over my arm until it reaches my shoulder. The so-called vampire hisses, his skin glittering like a diamond. He leaps back and away from me, and that's when I notice that the hand he was using to reach down to me with was burnt.

Puzzled, I twist my left hand this way and that in front of me, as the light continues to inflame around my arm and hand. Hesitantly, I go to touch it with my right hand, and it feels incredibly warm. Almost hot to the touch. But it burned him? And he didn't even touch it. Feeling confident in my newfound ability, I stand back up and use my left arm as a shield as I speak. "Stay back." I turn my left palm back towards him. "Or I will use this." This, whatever it is, at which I do not know how to use.

When I don't make a sudden movement, he grins again. Like reading my mind, "you don't know how to play with that, do you? Mia dolce bambina [My sweet child.]"

Shit.

Now I am desperate. I fling my left hand towards him twice, as if throwing a boomerang, but nothing happens. His grin only grows, and he's gaining confidence again. He brushes himself off and makes his way back to me.

"Someone! Help me!" I yell, taking careful steps back as I continue to throw my left hand all over the place, hoping the light will do anything but glow.

"No one's going to help you, bambina [child]." He coos again.

"Hey!" says a male coming from behind the vampire. We both look to find a young man with bronze hair, gold eyes and pale skin, as pale as the vampires, but he looks a lot less menacing with his gold eyes and normal looking clothes.

"And who the hell are you?"

"I suggest you let her go," he says. "If you do, I will let you go free."

"Cazzate [Bullshit]."

"Lasciala andare. [Let her go.]" The young man replies in perfect Italian.

"Oh, a man after my own heart." Giovani chuckles, placing both hands against his chest. "You speak Italian."

"I speak many languages. Now let her go."

"Ah, no." Giovani is quick to reply.

"I didn't want to have to do this," the young man places a foot behind himself, readying to run.

"Oh, goody," Giovani coos yet again. He does the same movement as the other male.

And quicker than I can blink, they were at each other's throats, literally. Both of their hands on the others' throats, tugging, clawing, and clenching. Next thing I know, Giovani throws the young man down onto the ground with a loud crack, and is choking him from above.

Shit, shit, shit.

That man's going to lose, and it's going to be because of me. I can't let that happen. Rushing for Giovani, I stretch out my left arm and grab him by the hair, the back of his head sizzling as I do.

"Che cazzo! [What the fuck!]."

I pull his head back by the hair, and he follows, bringing himself up and away from the young man. The young man stands back up, his hands on his throat and his eyes wide and staring at my left arm.

"Stop staring, get him!"

The young man nods and grabs the vampire's head and his shoulder, and starts pulling the two separate from one another. I release and step back, hearing a crackling coming from the vampire's neck. The more he tears, the louder the crackling gets until suddenly the vampire's head rips off from his neck.

A scream leaves my lips, but quickly quieten when I notice there is absolutely no blood but the inside of his body looks like crystals.

"Wait, what?" Stepping closer, I kneel down next to the vampire's head that has a permanently shocked expression on his face. "He really was a vampire. I thought they bled though."

"No, they are made of diamond like material." The young man says. He approaches me and gently taps my shoulder. I follow his example and stand back up, backing away a few feet. When I do, he shuffles in his pocket and tugs out a match and lights it, throwing the match onto Giovani's body. The body explodes into flames as if it's highly flammable. The young man kicks the head into the flames, and it, too, explodes.

The light around my arm fades the longer Giovani burns and turns into crisp, "So, that's how you kill a vampire."

The young man turns towards me and looks me over. "What are you? You're not a vampire. But not human either."

What? I do realize I run faster than the average human and my arm did glow and burn a vampire. So what am I? How'd I get this ability?

"No idea," I shrug truthfully. "What are you? Hard to believe a human can rip a guy's head off from his shoulders like that."

The young man smirks briefly and starts walking off towards another alleyway up ahead.

"Wait!" I begin, rushing after him. "What's your name?"

He turns back to me with furrowed brows and parted lips. "I just saw a light come out of your arm."

"Yeah, it's happened before," I run my fingers through my hair with a frown, "I don't understand why it happens."

"I can't hear your thoughts either."

"Hear my thoughts?"

His brows furrow even more.

"Okay," I grumble, "What your name?" I try again.

"Edward."

"My name is Furiae, and I am a little lost. I am trying to get back to Forks."

"To Forks? What's in Forks?" He raises a bronzed brow.

"My friend Jacob. The last time I saw him he was pretty badly sick, and I want to make sure he's doing okay."

He loosens up, his shoulders slump, and he lets out a brief sigh and a small smile. "Do you mean Jacob Black?"

My eyes narrow suspiciously at him, "Yes."

He nods, "if you want I can take you to Forks. My wife and I just came here to pick up a few things. Come on." He tilts his head towards the alleyway he was heading into, and I follow slowly, still a little suspicious.

It doesn't take us but a few minutes to get out of the maze of alleyways that I got myself lost in. Edward knew his way out without much of an issue. We end up coming up to a hotel where just outside is someone I recognize.

Bella.

"Furiae, is that you?" She asks, squinting her brown eyes at me.

"You know each other?" Edward asks.

"Yeah, we used to hang out at Jake's. She was living there for a short time period. How'd you two meet?"

"Found her being chased by a vampire. She knew what it was."

She eyes Edward, "Does she know about….You know?'

"Not that I know of."

"What are you doing here, Furiae?" Bella asks.

"It's complicated."

"We know complicated," she smiles up at Edward, who approaches her from the side and wraps an arm around her waist. That's when I make a connection. He must have been the boy she had been in love with when Jacob was pursuing her. She was broken then. Hardly smiled and barely moved with any life. My eyes linger over the two of them, their bright smiles and how they look at one another with some kind of magnetism.

"Easy to tell you two are together."

"Just married. We just got back from our honeymoon."

What about Jacob? He must be in so much pain. He was really pining for her.

"She wants to go back to Forks, I've offered for us to take her."

"Sure, and on the way you can tell us about this complication."