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Chapter 1: The Race
Nessie's POV
There was nothing but fifteen hundred pounds of pure power beneath me. Each time his hooves hit the dirt beneath us was one step closer to victory. Or so I hoped anyway. Red Wolf a force to be recokned with on the track. He was a three year old colt with an impressive record. This was his tenth race. Out of nine races he'd already won eight of them. He'd come in second in only race. I had ridden him in every single race. If we kept this up we would have a chance at racing in the Kentucky Derby, Preakness Stakes, and Belmont this coming Summer. If we won all three races we'd sweep the triple crown. A feat only 13 other horses in history had ever achieved.
It seemed like everything in my life was leading up to this moment. I felt a huge pang of sadness when I thought of my biological parents. Edward and Bella. I hadn't seen them or grandpa Carlisle, grandma Esme, aunts Alice and Rosalie, or uncles Emmett and Jasper in 13 years.
On the day the Volturi came to visit a battle broke out and Jacob escaped with me. That was the plan my mother had made to get me to safety in case a battle broke out. Jacob would take care of me if she and my father were unable to. It was her plan B. But her plan B failed.
Jacob ran at full speed in wolf form for hours. Even though I was half vampire I was getting tired of holding onto his fur as tightly as I could manage. When I did lose my grip and fall Jacob kept running. He didn't even notice that I'd fallen off of him. I was too shocked to scream for him to come back for me. By the time I came out of my shock it was too late. He was already long gone.
I didn't know where I was or how long I was alone before humans discovered me. I still had all the fake documents my mother had made for me as well as the money. Which completely confused the humans. They tried to locate my family but nothing. So they put me in foster care. I was called Vanessa now since my fake paper work said that was my name.
I quickly discovered that the more time I spent around humans the more human I became. It was like my body was adapting to a human lifestyle. Overtime I lost the urge and desire to drink blood. I lost my extra powerful senses of smell, hearing, and eyesight. I lost my speed and strength. My growth rate slowed down to that of a normal human.
At first I hated being in foster care. Mainly because they weren't my family. There were always other foster kids but I didn't really interact much with them. Then I discovered horse and horseback riding. I was in awe of the entire concept of riding horses. I was never happier than when I was at my riding lessons.
When I discovered horseracing I became enamored and maybe a little obsessed with the idea of becoming a jockey. It was all that I wanted to do. I vowed that I would make my dream come true one way or another.
Whether it was fate or just pure luck I was forced to change foster homes when I was physically 11 years old. My new foster family lived in Lexington, Kentucky. My foster parents both trained racehorses for a living. That was my ticket into the racing industry. I entered the jockey program as soon as I was old enough. Before I knew it I had a jockey license. I was only 17 years old now, well technically 13, and here I was riding in important races.
The first time I raced was one of the happiest days of my life. I've rode several different horses but Red Wolf here was my favorite. I met him the day he was born. Or foaled as they call it for horses. My foster parents took me as soon as they'd gotten worn from his owners that he had arrived. I blurted out "Red Wolf" as soon as I saw him because his red coat reminded me of Jacob's wolf form. The name stuck and that became his official registered name. Mainly we just call him Wolf for short.
It was very cloudy today. The weatherman had promised rain in the forecast. Thankfully it wasn't raining right now. Being on the back of a horse traveling over thirty miles per hour in the mud wasn't as fun. Not that it ever bothered Wolf here.
We passed the halfway mark and I knew that it was time for us to make our move. Out of fifteen horses we were in last place. Back to front was Wolf's preferred style of running though. When I showed him the whip he knew what I was asking for and he gave it to me. Immediately he picked up the pace. I never actually used the whip on a horse. I was always told that if you whip a horse it will do what you want but it will fear you rather than trust you.
I could hear the announcer saying something over the intercom about Wolf but I was not paying attention. My focus was solely on getting him to the front. It wasn't long before there was only one horse in front of me. It wasn't long before I was in front of him.
We were racing down the final stretch when I noticed someone strange in stands. It was a young girl about 12 or 13 years old. She wore a black coat with a V shaped necklace. Her skin was pale and her eyes were a frightening red color. It was a vampire. I was in pure shock for I had not seen one in 13 years.
The smile she gave me sent shivers down my spine. Then she turned her eyes toward Wolf. Suddenly Wolf started going crazy. He suddenly reared up and started neighing like crazy. He threw me off before collapsing onto the floor. One look into his crazed eyes told me he was in extreme, unfathomable pain. His legs flayed like crazy.
I barely had time to register my own pain before I was trampled by another horse. I had been so preoccupied with Wolf that I hadn't even noticed I'd been thrown into the path of another horse. The other jockey had no time to avoid me.
There were my black spots in my vision and I remembered no more.
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