So my last chapter got the most reviews so far. They practically doubled! I want to thank you guys so much for that. Im glad that the story is finally unfolding for many of you :)
It took me so long to update because I had to think really hard on how I was going to drive this story. It took me so long to choose between keeping it all human or bringing in the vampires and werewolves. Finally I came to a cunclussion. And I hope I dont disappoint any of you!
This is twice as long for a reason. I binded two chapters together so I can make up for my missed time!
Well this chapter isn't much of an introduction to lives today. Atleast not exactly. But of course before I do that, I need to wrap it around some drama.
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Chapter 5: Haunted (Inspired by "Haunted by Evanescence)
"When all this time i've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there"
Bella's P.O.V
After many painful hours, through the small window next to me, I could see the dim lights indicating that the airport was just bellow. Taking a deep breathe I closed the blind and tried to calm my internal thoughts that were moving as fast as the plane was.
Moments later, the plane stuttred and jumped as we touched the sweet ground and I took the time to silently thank the heavens that this was almost over.
As soon as the door opened I was the first one to run out.
Fun Fact of the day : How much I hated flying.
I quickly recruited my bags, that had been marked with 'Bella Sawn' and made my way through the airport, looking for a way out. I looked one way and another, flinching every time I felt something sore inside me move.
If anything, this day had been exhausting.
I found my self constantly yawning and rubbing my eyes, desperately trying to stay up and awake.
Waking up at 3 in the morning, surviving a 7 hour flight, dragging my luggage around like I was homeless; could do that to you.
On my way through the crowded airport of Washington, I noticed a small cafe in a corner and bought myself a large cup of fresh brewed coffee and drank as if life depended on it. I let the warmness and the smell comfort my senses once it was in my eager hands. Taking small gulps, I hoped that the caffeine would quickly do its wonders in waking me up.
Swallowing the hot liquid, my stomach did small turns, letting the nauseous feeling flying left, take over.
I suddenly felt sick, and gagged on the liquid itself leaving me trying to catch my breath.
I moaned and cursed myself for telling Charlie not to pick me up at the airport. There was nothing more that I wanted then to lay in my new bed and sleep for many hours.
Sleep. I needed it. And soon.
I yawned and tried to push away the disturbing feeling so I could think straight. It took me a while, but reaching within myself I finally did it. I tried to only think of what I needed to do to get home.
First I needed to catch a taxi.
Sighing, I gathered my two large handbags and my big rolling bag and headed through the huge automatic exit doors that lead to the city of Spokane. Once outside, the dark sky didn't take long to descend its winds out to lash at me. My light brown hair rocked with its power and everything inside me went cold.
Arizona had been hot.
The kind of hot where you needed umbrellas. For shade and Not for rain.
Washington was nothing like this. The state being so high up north, closer to the polar regions, was something I wasn't use to. I flinched thinking about having to replace all of my tank tops and shorts for sweat plants and over sized coats. I looked down at my jeans and flimsy long sleeve shirt. Yeah, a sweater would be nice right about now...
I threw away my half filled cup of coffee into a nearby bin and squeezed myself out of the crowded airport. Once outside I made it my goal to quickly spot a bright neon yellow taxi to take me out to Forks.
Gripping onto my bags tightly I looked up and down the street desperately trying to spot a cab. From where I stood I could only see a couple. They were either leaving with people already or there was nobody inside of them at all. I tried again raking the whole lot. But nothing seemed to be available. Jeez what is wrong with Washington State?
I could only spot shuttles and buses that were completely useless to me. Sighing once again, I set my bags down and pulled out a map, showing me all of the unfamiliar routes. Feeling more helpless and sicker then ever, I decided to look around for transportation help, God, I was going to suck up my pride and ask for directions.
To my left there was a man,. He was big and tall man with dark shades on, covering his eyes. He didn't look very promising but I asked him anyway.
"Um excuse me sir, Sorry to interupt but uhh....Do you know how I can get to Forks from here?"
As soon as he heard my voice he looked at me. Once his eyes found me, he took his time sweeping the length of my body, which shivered from the cold. I watched a nasty grin materialize on his face. I couldn't help but internally gag imagining his over sized rough hands over me.
"Well hello sweet thing" He said, sounding slightly drunk and raspy. Oh God. What do I get myself into?
He starred at my chest, that wasn't exactly that endowed and I watched his smile grow bigger and grinch-like, probably imagining how'd I look naked.
Feeling even more sick, and letting the irritation seep in, I began to look for my bags. I was about to walk away before I snapped, when I heard him speak again.
"It aint that far if you catch the train" He said as I turned around and watched him pointing down the street to a train station. He still didn't look away from my body. I could practically feel the coffee wanting to erupt from within me.
"It'll drop you off in Seattle where you could easily catch a taxi and get there. Much cheaper if you ask me" He said, now looking at the curves of my hips and legs. The skin began to crawl there and I couldn't help but feel alone and helpless.
Pervert.
"Actually, If you want, I could take there myself sweet heart. I don't charge much babe. And I'll take whatever I can get" he said, finally looking at my face, winking as our eyes met.
No. Not a pervert. More like pedophile.
He licked his lips and I couldn't believe how bad this was going. I slowly started to back away, feeling like this man was suffocating me. He didnt try to hide his intentions as he stared to the section that was between my legs.
I took my bags and walked away without even mumbelling a thank you.
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The only thing that I could hear was the rolling sound of the wheels on my luggage bag and the tapping of my quick feet on the pavement. From far away, I could barely see the train station. But as I got closer I could easily see the vacancy that wrapped around the place. It began to make me feel helpless again and alone. I thought I had known what I was doing, but I guess I was wrong. I held my breath trying to avoid excess shivering.
I realised that it didn't really look like a train station the more I saw it. It was more of a sub way with its empty food stands, and its dark alley ways that lead to God knows where. There were only a couple people who lingered around, sitting silently waiting for the train. Nothing about this place felt welcoming and once again I wished I hadn't denied Charlie's ride. I just didn't want him to miss a day of work. He hadn't given in so easily so I had made some excuse about "exploring on my own" and that it would be nice to get there by myself. I thought it seemed like a good idea once I said it...
So much for taking the opportunity to "explore" Washington. Looking down at my feet, I was half tempted to just give up and call him from a pay phone to just come get me. The willies this place gave me and the restlessness that was seeping inside me was starting to take its toll.
Before I could give in, I pushed those fears away and told my self that I needed to prove how grown I could be. How much he could trust me now because I know this would all determine the way Charlie would father me as well. The last thing I wanted was an over protective father. But I couldn't help but smile softly, remembering all the times he had called me "Daddy's Little Girl".
Seeing how dark it was and how many people lingered around, a sick feeling started to form in my stomach. I was really on my way to Forks.
Where it all began. Where my childhood had birthed. Where my life took an unexpected turn. Where I had left somebody very special behind.
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And then..that's when it began to happen.
Making my way to the ticket booth, lost in thought and in the nerves that were acting up inside me from being home for the first time in years; I felt sharp eyes lingering on my back. I suddenly felt shirtless and bra-less in the middle of the place, even though I was completely dressed. I began to feel alert and self conscience as I made my way through the cold lot.
I dont know how but I knew that someone or something was watching me very intently and very intimately.
Slowing into a cautious stroll I took the time to look around with out looking too obvious. I quickly began to think of all the tricks dad once told me about self-defense.
Kicking the groin. Punching the nose in. Poking at the eye balls.
I just hoped that it was as easy as it sounded.
My heart began to race. My skin continued to crawl. Something was not...right.
Looking around, I could see many people were looking at me. The girl in the corner with a burning cigarette in her hand looked at me with a sneering stare. A man with a brief case quickly looked away as my eyes met his, embarrassed.
And then there was another man.
A very very gorgeous man.
Whose eyes were an impossible shade of gold and whose skin was alabaster white.
I lost my breath.
Those bright eyes were staring at me, piercing me as if they were looking into my soul. I wasn't sure of what happened then but something must have snapped from within. My feet came to a halt and my breath began to rise. There was something very off with this man.
Every fiber in my being was telling me how rude it was to stare but neither of us did look away. I surely didn't want to look away.
A very strong feeling was emmanating from him and it began to hold me in a growing spell. A sudden warmness and safe feeling began to dance from within me. I took as much as him wanting the feeling to spread.
The only thing moving were the unforgettable golden tousles in his hair that danced with the violent wind.
I began cursing in my head. Talking about stranger danger....
His eyes kept looking at me and the saliva in my mouth began to bundle up inside. I let a very dramatic breath out and realised that I had completely stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Still, I didn't look away nor move from my position.
The grip on my bags tightened and then I saw his lips curl into the smallest and most appealing crooked smile I had ever seen.
My heart thundered once.
Twice.
Beautiful.
For a moment I just froze.
Is this what love at first felt like?
What the hell? I didn't even believe in love at first sight. That was just a an excuse to ogle someone from the outside.
My chest clenched and I began to feel my cheeks redden in embarrassment at his sweet and small gesture.
Suddenly his smile was gone as quickly as it came. It faded as if it had never existed.
The air felt colder, leaving me shuddering and trembling.
His eyes seemed to darken as they held mine, and I couldnt help but to uncomfortably look away. My cheeks turned even more red as I still felt his eyes penetrating through me.
Was there..something in my teeth? On my face? I didn't know....but I felt fear as I remembered how hostile he looked.
I forced my legs to keep on moving towards the ticket booth.
Still feeling the obvious stare on my back I paid for the boarding pass that would take me a little bit closer to home.
Taking a deep breath and finally turning around, the first thing my eyes did was search for him. To my disappointment he was gone. As if he hadnt existed.
Had I imagined such a gorgeous man?
Why was I even swooning over this stranger?
Sure, I've had men in my life. And good looking ones, I'd add. I began remembering there muscles and similar blond hair and blue eyes, they sort of all just mushed together in my head. None of them actually meaning much more then harmless dates and school dance escorts. But then there was Mike Newton, the latest "victim".
I suddenly cringed remembering the goodbye we had given to each other before I departed.
He stood on my doorstep, looking at me with the saddest eyes, and his face distorted with emotion. Yet some how he still looked like a model from the latest Hollister magazine.
I'm not even sure how I managed to get him. My plain hair and brown eyes didnt do much for the pretty department, though Mike always begged to deffer.
I couldn't help but think of how I'd have to start over now.
I'd be meeting new people. Yikes.
I'd be meeting new guys. I sighed.
This just wasn't what I expected.
Its not that i didnt want to come here. After all, my father barely came down to visit me since we moved so for a change I decided to come here. I was pretty much happy if everyone else was. And now that Renee was re-married and her anger towards Charlie was almost faded, I realised I needed to part away. She acted more like a teenager then I did.
I remember watching her fool around with Phil as his hands would always be on the back of her mini-skirts when they made out on the couch.
I knew they needed space as newly weds. And though my mom insisted I didn't have to leave, I chose to.
I walked towards the end of the station where their were empty seats. Sitting down I felt a lot more comfortable being on the complete opposite side of where the others were. From here no one looked at me and no one stared and I let my guard down just a bit.
I was about to reach into my bag and pull out my writing journal but I didn't feel like I could hold a pen stable in my grip if I tried.
Lights flickered above me as the wind kept blowing and then it suddenly hit me.
Oh God, I was back In Washington. To my dad who I hadn't seen in 3 years since his last visit. Back to the rain. Back to the where Jacob was. Where my childhood best friend who I never could forget lived.
My stomach turned and I couldn't help but to feel even more nervous. The almost non-existing contents in my stomach turned and I quickly looked around for a bathroom just in case.
I could see a sign the pointed to the side of the building leading to where the bathrooms were. So I quickly shoved my luggage under my seat, not so worried about it getting stolen and just picked up my handbag where all my important stuff was stored, and flung it on my shoulder. As I stood up the feeling grew within me, pounding on my chest and I didn't know when exactly I was going to throw up.
I walked to the side of the building where it was so dark and vacant and went inside the womens bathroom. Flicking on the lights, I went inside and instantly started heaving in the sink. I gagged and gave small chocking sound but nothing ever did come out. Frustrated I washed my mouth and moaned at the uneasy feeling in my chest that still wouldnt go away.
Get a hold of yourself Bella...
Looking into my reflection I could see the familiar dark circles under my eyes and I realised they were a lot more darker now. My eyes were red from the gagging and my lips were trembling from the feeling. I looked completely restless.
Ughh. Crap.
I just continued to shiver, letting my skin crawl.
Just like the lights had outside, the light bulb inside the small simple bathroom began to flicker and before I could even curse, it completely shut off.
For some reason, all I could think about was how in the movies, something bad always happened when the lights flickered off. This didnt seem very promising to me.
I cursed under my breath and instantly started feeling around looking for my hand bag which contained everything I needed. I brushed my fingers on the counter, past puddles and sinks until I felt the long straps. Gripping it close to me, I began to look for the door.
I tripped on something as I made my way over and bumped my head on the door in front of me.
Oh that was going to leave a bruise.
Feeling around for the handle and finally pulling it open I practically stumbled out seeking for light and relief.
The night sky didnt do much for light as the moon hid behind rain filled clouds. But I still squinted around using the building wall to lead me to the open lot again.
I could easily see the light now and my thoughts began to drift to the stranger I had seen just a few minutes ago. I thought about where he may be going and who he was.
I only had about 4 steps to take so I could turn the dark corner, when I suddenly felt one large hard hand wrap around my mouth and another hand locked around my waist.
Instantly I lost my breath and the panic began to seep in. I screamed against the hand but no sounds came out.
Oh God...What the fuck!
"Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down"
The grip around me was pulling me back and taking me to the back of the building. I could see everything around me getting darker and darker until I couldn't see nothing at all. The person began running and the wind rocked unnaturally hard against me as if we were moving fast.
I diding know where we were going but I had a feeling it was some where, where no one could hear me scream.
No! Please God, NO!
I mentally screamed and ranted while kicking and flinging my arms around me towards the figure, but the person wouldn't budge.
Whoever this was, wasnt letting go! The strength I had was leaving my body and now I could barely breathe.
I could only imagine what was happening at that moment. I was going to get killed. I was going to get rapped. Shit, Charlie was never going to see me! They wouldn't know what happened to my body. I was going to die!
I continued to scream in sheer panic and utter fear but still nothing came out. The more I flinged my body around in the embraced the harder the grip tightened. My torso was losing its breath, taking my energy the more I moved around wildly.
Oh my God...!
I closed my eyes trying to regain calmness but peace never came and I couldn't think straight. How could I do this? There was nothing I could use in my defense!
I still kicked around and tried to pry out the grip but still nothing happened. If anything I was losing strength.
No! I had to keep fighting.
The only thing I could feel was darkness surrounding me and the hard grip that was leading me to my tragic fate. And just when I thought I couldnt breathe anymore I felt the grip loosen just a bit around me and the hand shifted around my mouth. I was about to scream my lungs out with everything I had when a sharp voice whispered in my ear.
"You scream, and I'll kill you instantly. Do you hear?" his voice rung like bells.
"Long lost words whisper slowly to me"
The hand once again clamped around my mouth and the opportunity was gone.
Oh fuck, I was going to die. Oh no no no no no! Renee and Charlie..oh God this is going to kill them. And I was never going to see Jacob again and....
Suddenly I was being shoved on to the floor. I tried to put up a fight with out giving in but another set of hands pushed down against me, shoving me onto my stomach. So there were two?! I opened my eyes and I could see I was in a very dim alley way where no other soul lingered by. I huffed and puffed around the hand trying to regain air.
Fear radiated from within me and I began to shake. Oh God..! NO!
I felt the hand unexpectedly move from my mouth. I quickly screamed loud and clear for a millisecond, ignoring the early threat and then before I knew it a bandanna was being tied around my mouth, stopping any further sounds from sneering through.
This was it....!?
"Didn't I tell you not to scream?" The cold, marble voice said. "Girls who don't listen, get bad punishments" the voice said, letting me hear the grin that he had plastered on his face. It didn't make sense how he could sound so appealing and beautiful.
And then I felt an icy hand crawling underneath my shirt looking for away to get closer to my breast.
No! Please. Dont do this!
"Saving me, raping me
Watching me"
Still panicking, I wiggled around like a worm on the ground. Unmoving hands held me down preventing me from finding escape. I could literally feel the hope draining from my body.
I tried feeling around but I mist have dropped my hand bag somewhere along the way. I had nothing.
Before I could register what was happening, my hands were being tied behind my back, and all my movements were limited instantly.
The rope that binded my wrist, tightened and clawed into my skin.
A pressure inside me started to rush through my body.
I don't want to die! Somebody help me. Please! Let me GO!
"You smell so good, darling" the haunting voice said. "I just cant wait to drink your blood"
I had watched Vampire Diaries on CW enough to recognize lines like that.....was he..............no....what was going on..? I almost laughed....except I had never in my life been so terrified. Not when I got caught stealing when I was 11. Not when I was losing my virginity to Mike Newton....this was nothing like that. This was real. This is my life!
Please....I dont want to die!
I was quickly grabbed around the shoulders and pulled up onto my shaky feet. Then before I could try and fight off again I was rammed into a near by wall. The undeniable hard body hit my body so hard it felt like I was breaking.
My head swayed back and hit the hard brick so quick that it took a while for me to understand the forming pain.
It started off dim but soon enough my head was throbbing in revolt, protesting at such intensity. I instantly felt weak and dizzy and it didn't take long before I could feel a warm liquid ooze down my neck. Blood. My eyes closed and rolled to the back of my head as I smelled it secrete from the wound.
Oh God...so dizzy....
Cold and marble hands were now roaming around my stomach. They were large and rough, ungentle and definitely unwelcoming.
I tried yelling again, but all you could hear were the muffled sounds coming from my aching mouth.
Every vain in my body wanted to combust.
I was going to get abused. Raped. Hurt. Could I survive this? I didn't want to.
The bodies that were only blurs to me were now pulling on my pants. They were unbuttoning the only button and unzipping the only zipper.
No! Please...someone stop this.
I couldn't fight anymore. The smell of blood and the exhaustion was bringing me closer to unconsciousness.
I could hear grunts coming from the men who were touching me.
Hard fingers were raking against my sensitive slit through my underwear as I trembled in fear.
Then I knew that this was going to happen. I was going to get hurt.
"We are so lucky we found her. A pretty human with the best blood I've smelled in decades" A cold voice said. "I think we really should play with her"
The hyperventilating started. It didn't make sense!
I could feel the blood pooling on my collar and I desperately tried to get a hold of my self. The only thing I could feel though, were the hands violating my body, trying to get within my pants and up my shirt. I shivered and tried to shy away from the hands but they were both practically towering over me against the wall.
I moaned against the rag on my mouth, desperatly trying to protest.
I was about to kick blindly in front of me when suddenly out of no where, something whipped by me and then I couldn't feel the hands on my anymore. I heard a load crash go off, as if lightning crashed against the earth.
I didnt feel anyone pressed up against me anymore. They were gone as if the wind blew them away with the thin air.
Suddenly I heard another crash and it was quickly followed by ripping sounds. I heard cracks like bones breaking but I didn't know if they could be that loud. I still refused to look but I could feel the ground shake from beneath me. I was paralyzed and mesmerized with what I heard around me. I was scared and terrified at what I'd see if I did.
Their were screams and grunts and yelling and obvious pain.
And after about a minute of agonizing sounds, then there was silence.
I heard a flicker of something, like leaves grazing against the ground, or a match lighting.
I had to see. I needed to know what was going on around me. So I breathed in and tried to regain strength, facing fear in the face.
I opened my eyes and tried to take in my vivid surroundings. Quickly I noticed that my attackers had disappeared. I had expected that....
Looking around in panic, trying to untie the binding on my wrist my eyes fell on a scorching fire that lit up at the end of the alley. Standing by fire my eyes caught on the figure.
I watched a figure.
Mesmerized.
"Still can't find what keeps me here"
His back was towards me but I could easily see the inevitable curves of his shoulders and the tousles of his hair. Tousles that were gold and lit up almost red in the dim light.
I instantly recognized him. He was the gorgeous man from lot encounter I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Tearing my gaze from him I looked back into the fire. It didnt take long before I shaped out an arm burning inside the flames.
Oh God, wait....a hand!
My eyes moved back to the man.
Had he saved me?
He had taken down two figures in a second. He had pushed them off of me so fast that I couldnt even register it.
Some how they were....dead? Ripped up to pieces?
I gulped and try to breath processing this, but I was successful. This time I was sure I was going to vommit.
He couldnt be......a man.
Seeing my attackers...gone, I let out a unsure breath.
"Alice had been right....she was coming here. She was going to get hurt." His smooth voice saidin agony.
............What?
Right before I could blink the gorgeous man turned and headed towards me.
In reflex as the gorgeous man approached, I took steps back, letting my back meet the wall once again.
The closer he got, the more his featured were recognizable. He was beautiful.
Oh my...he was also a murderer!
No this isnt why I came to Washington...why? Why me!
Fear began to illuminate every corner of my being once again. I just count take this.
I flinched as his footsteps got closer, fearing his presence so near me.
His face fell as he saw my expression towards him and slowed into a stroll holding his hands up, trying to let me know he wasnt going to hurt me.
My head was telling me it was okay. It was telling me that he had saved me and that it was safe. But my instincts were telling me that danger was still around and my stomach turned in trying to figure out which one to listen to.
Sadly I didn't have the time to try and figure it out because soon enough he was near.
He stood infront of me with a bewildered expression.
I crushed my body closer to the wall, standing on my toes. The wound in my head protested on the pressure and I winced at the pain, trying to wrap myself around it.
"I wont hurt you" His voice came out soft and like velvet.
Like a song.
Like honey.
I instantly relaxed, planting my feet of the ground and let out a deep breath. My chest visually stopped huffing so hard.
He recognized my comfort and lifted his hands, reaching for my face. I didn't have time to block him.
I couldnt deny the scent that emmanated from him. It was sweet and delicious, mixing in with the smell of my blood. I inhaled it deeply, welcoming it within me. It felt like the perfect distraction from the throbbing in the back of my head.
My head eventually won. He was....safe. I trusted myself with simply that.
Before I knew it, cold hands were brushing past my cheeks towards the back of my head, letting me shiver slightly as his fingers quickly untied the bandana around my mouth.
My breath cought. Bloody murder......
It didn't even take a second before I felt it fall, releasing my mouth and lips. And then his hands were moving away from my face, leaving a trail of goose bumps. It felt like he let his fingers linger longer then needed.
The whole time, an intense glare lived in his eyes. They were a dark gold, anxious and unreadable.
While I flexed my mouth, trying to get use to moving it again, the man looked at his hands.
Following his gaze I could see dark red liquid wrapping around his fingers. My blood was now smeared around his hands and right before my eyes those hands began to tremble.
I didn't know weather I should be horrified, but that's all I felt when I looked up at the mans expression.
His eyes were now impossibly black and his featured were frozen like stone. His chest began to rise deeply and a growling sound reminated from the back of his throat.
I heard a growl come from him and the grinding of teeth. His eyes were almost lits at they looked at his hands.
The only word for how he looked was; inhuman.
In panic once again I tired to unbind my hands, but the rope wouldn't budge. The man in front of me was growing more and more.... monstrous infront of me and I still couldn't wrap my head around anything.
My insticts were telling me to run but I couldnt feel anything. Not my legs. Not my feet. Just fear. And the cold. And the throbbing in my head.
And right before I could even think about doing something else, the man in front of me pressed against my body in one quick fluid movement. The length of his body mashed against mine, pressing me against the wall. A shrill of emotion washed threw my body. He was cold. He was delightful.
He was craving me. Holding onto me like...he needed me.
I wanted to scream as loud as I could but my vocal cords didn't work.
I felt the side of his cheek press against mine. Our heads juxtaposed.
My heart began pounding and it started to feel like I was re-living the attack all over again.
My mind formed into an ocean. Waves and waves of confusion and fear raked over me and nothing was making sense. It was all just on over drive. My breath hitched and my blood began to rush in reflex to the similar scenery unfolding in front of me.
It just didnt make sense. Why would he save me? Only to....hurt me?
All I could do was visually watch and hear the creature pressed against me, breathing hard and deep like me. As if her were fighting off...some internal demon or something.
"your...blood" He gasped out. Once again it sounded like velvet.
"Hunting you I can smell you, alive
Your heart pounding in my head"
And it still didn't make sense. Was he nauseated by it like I was? Did it affect him in a way that I didn't know about? Was he a.....
I suddenly felt his cold hands wrap around me, but I was frozen. I turned to look at his face, so beautiful and captivating and I realised I didnt want to run.
My mind told me death was beuatiful if it came from him.
But everything else was telling me I had to get away. I had to make it. For Charlie. For Renee. For my life.
His hands were snaked around my small waist and emotions I didn't understand ran through me like a river.
His breath was tickeling on my neck and I could feel him inhaling my scent as if he were feeding off if it.
Please.........
I felt his icy hands lock around me and just when I thought he wasn't going to let go, I felt the rope on my wrist fall to the ground like rain fell from the sky.
The binding was gone and my hands were released. They fell to my sides, but I still couldn't move.
I then suddenly felt his nose rake against the skin of my neck and the goose bumps formed like flowers blossoming in the spring.
I breathed out.
I blinked.
I breathed in
And the gorgeous man was suddenly across the lot.
Far away from me.
Leaving in an inhuman speed.
That's all I needed in confirmation. He wasn't human. I could accept that easily. Maybe it was the restlessness that didnt let me panic at this, or the pain that throbbed through me. But it was easy.
Some how I found strength within me and bent down to pick up the bandanna.
I quickly ran it over the back of my head and covered up the blood. I tried my best to try and conceal it within the rag.
My eyes never left from the pale man across the lot and I could see that he relaxed at the gesture.
His eyes were still as dark as the pits of hell, but he didn't look angry. He now looked remorseful. Upset. Disappointed. But you couldnt ignore the crazed look on his face. He seemed like he was trying to regain a tantalizing control.
That was another thing I didnt understand.
My mind couldn't understand anything!
I was about to die tonight. Probably twice in a row. The pain in my head was devouring into my thoughts. The gorgeous man. He was....and this was....he scared them away. And he unbinded me. And he was beautifully inhuman. And my bag...and...they died..and...his touch. I had felt him inhale on me like a drug...blood......
It was too much.
I couldn't think straight. There was a heavy feeling melting into my brain, filling me with comfort and rest. Unconsciousness.
I gave in. I snapped. I collapsed.
The cold was gone. The pain was gone. Under my eye lids a small dark boy, was holding my hand in his warm one, telling me it was going to be ok. Jacob.
"Bella!" I heard the gorgeous man call out to me.
It was a song in the wind.
I felt him next to me in a millisecond, trying to hold me up in his cold arms.
But everything went black.
"Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I wont let you pull me down"
So YES. I brought in the vampires. No worries, the situation will be explained very soon. I hope you guys aren't disappointed. Update very soon since it took me a while to post this one.
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