So this chapter is a little short--yes, BUT i didn't want to give too much away in one huge load. Sit back and enjoy--but don't forget to review! please review! I usually crack and give out chapters after like one review--but i really want to be more picky now. please review--its what this story was made for!

I held on to the name as a child would hold on to a balloon in a storm. The black storm would try to rip it away, hissing wind and screaming thunder at the little girl. She wouldn't let go. Jasper, Jasper… I heard Vincent bellow how I would be forever his, but I only chanted the name over and over in my head, closing my eyes. I feared that if I opened them, the name would fly away. Jasper…

Suddenly, behind my lids, the reddish purple of my skin against sunlight--my eyelids…became black. I began to panic, and I thought of the name. Jasper, Jasper…

I could only see darkness. I was panicking. He couldn't take it away--! Jasper! Jasper! Jasper…

I think he knew what I would be trying to hold on to. The blonde vampire that I loved. He must be reaching into my mind right now, threading his skeletal fingers around my memory. Jas--

I saw black.

I was confused. All I saw was this illuminated white hand in the back of my mind. It was holding something. I knew what it was. It was long and stringy and glowing--there were others in his hand. It was like a glowing bouquet. My memories…those were my memories…

They were important, right?

Of course they were!

But why fight now…they were almost out of my head and the blackness was so comforting…

No! NO!

I tore from Vincent's grasp and ran.

I didn't think--or wouldn't, fearing that I was unable to. I only kept my mind on one thing: Run away.

I pumped my arms until they were sore, and yet I only thought of escape. I knew that evil thing behind me was trying to harm me. I ran into a ton of trees, but I didn't think of the pain. I thought of nothing…until I caught a scent.

That scent nearly got me caught--I could hear tree branches being severed not far behind me. The scent was so strong--it was like some sort of mixture of several unique flavors. They were so tantalizing, and they seemed to call me--scream for me. I nearly fell over when I turned on a dime and careened in the direction it was wavering from. I only knew to run. Run. Run.

I heard the awful voice bellowing at me, he was less than half a mile behind. I began to hear new footsteps--one quiet, the other loud and demanding. Sounded like something big. I tried to quicken pace. My shoes were long gone--I actually couldn't remember ever having anything on my feet. I ran and ran--until the scent was so strong that I nearly fell over.

I could see a wall of greenery before me--like it was a dead end. I knew it couldn't be. I flew through it, the pine needles scratching my arms, pulling at my hair. I shrieked and landed on dusty ground. I was out of the dense trees, on what seemed to be a dirt road. There was a streetlamp hanging overhead, I saw; with tiny gnats buzzed around it lazily. I scrambled to my feet, clawing the dirt, leaving chicken-like scratching. I breathed a lot of dust in, and I heaved over to cough.

I had to run. Run. Run. The word played in my mind. I whirled around, finding a good place to launch into, not knowing what would happen, what I would hit, who I would see, or if I'd get caught.

I gasped when I realized I was not alone.

Five golden eyed vampires gaped at me.

One burst away from them, she had long soft caramel hair and a heart shaped face. Her purple dress was like lilacs…she smelled like the flower, too. They all had interesting scents--not dirt or blood. Well, that wasn't totally true; I smelled the harmless aroma of animal blood. They were hunting.

The woman enveloped me in her arms--it was odd to see how unblemished and unscathed they were. Were mine ever like that? I couldn't remember. I only remembered running.

I didn't know exactly who this kind vampire was, but she took me behind her coven, as if they were shielding me. I silently thanked them all so much for helping me out--just a stranger to them. I found myself collapsing next to the woman, and I threaded my fingers into her soft purple dress, feeling slightly guilty for staining it with my clay-dirtied fingers. I began to pant…and i knew he was coming near. The terrible vampire--and I could only think of Run. Run.

I said the two words over and over as to not lose it…

song inspiration: out of my mind by james blunt

please review! pleaaseeeeee. and yes, ladies and gents, the meeting you've all been waiting for is just around the corner, so review to make it come early!