A/N: Okay, 5th chapter, people! We're getting there. Sorta.
Oh, and last time checked, Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. And I also don't own Forrest Gump. (You'll see.)
Chapter 5: The Blond Angel
I stopped in the middle of the street. I had another vision. This time there was a blond boy, rather tall and thin, but not exactly lanky. His eyes were crimson red – kind of scary. But he was beautiful – kind of like an angel. He looked like he was lost, like he was looking for something. No, he was looking for someone . . . me. He was looking for me.
I worried for a minute that he was one of the cloaked people, but the cloaked people were angry at me. He didn't look angry, he looked lost. Like a stray puppy. I had to find him. Where was he, though? Then he walked in front of a sign. The sign said: "Welcome to Tennessee!" in faded red letters. I had to go . . . south. I just had this sort of tugging sensation that told me where south was. I ran in that direction. I ran as fast as I could. I ran around buildings and weaved through forests.
I lost track of time, but I didn't stop until I saw that sign. I had another vision. It looked like a man on a screen, but it was moving, the man was running from one side of the country to the other. The name Forrest came into my head. It reminded me of myself. I was running across the country. I laughed quietly to myself. It was a rather silly vision, wasn't it?
I recovered and resumed my search for this blond angel. I had another vision. This time he was in front of a bank. "Memphis City Bank" was the name of it. The color of the building was grey, and the writing was blue. I ran until I found a town, and then started walking at human pace – in other words: slow.
I found a little convenience store and went in. "Back here, miss," called a voice. I followed the smell of humans to the back of the store. "Ah, hello," I said hesitantly. "How can I be of assistance?" he asked politely. "I need directions to Memphis City Bank, please." The clerk stepped behind a counter and bent down. I heard shuffling – like he was moving a lot of paper around. When he came back up, he had a piece of folded paper in his hand.
"Here's a map." He laid it out on the counter. He located the bank with his finger. "Right there is where the bank is. Would you like to buy the map, miss?" I shook my head. "No, I know the way now," I said and made my way towards the door. "Thank you, sir," I called to him. "Come back soon!" he replied.
I pushed open the door and walked out of the little store. I started walking towards the bank. I memorized the route to the bank easily. I headed west until I found the bank. I immediately caught a scent. It was different than any scent I had experienced so far. I assumed that it was the blond angel that I smelled. Only an angel can stand out from a sea of humans.
I followed the trail until I came to a little square. There was a statue that faced away from me in the middle. No, it wasn't a statue! A statue's hair can't move when a slight breeze moves by. A statue can't breathe or . . . or smell like that.
The angel turned around to face me. I waved innocently. His crimson eyes were curious. I smiled and started walking towards him, and he walked towards me.
"Hello, little one," he said with a voice that I didn't know could exist.
A/N: How do you like it? Cliff-hanger, right? I had a bit of a writer's block for that one, but I got through it! I'll try to get the next chapter as soon as I can.