Ok, so I know I'm like twelve chapters late but I own none of the characters. Except for this future vampire.

Chapter 12: A Kidnapped Runaway

Claire's POV:

I was shocked when all the sudden Quil wasn't with me and I was alone in the shower. I thought, he thought I was pretty. I guess all my scars really got to him and he is really only doing this out of pity. I quietly turned off the water and stepped out. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body as I walked slowly to the door of Quil's room. Was it really this morning when we had kissed and hugged and said I love you to each other. It seemed like years ago now. I took a deep breath and said softly to Quil, who I could hear grabbing the mattress and breathing deeply, probably trying not to think about how ugly and wimpy and needy I am, "You know Quil, if you didn't want me, all you had to do was say so." I heard him grip the mattress tighter and growl and I knew I was right. He was sick of me. He probably was ready for me to turn 18 in a few weeks so I wouldn't be a burden to him. I went to my room and shoved the curtain that I placed there for a door last night in place so I could get dressed without disgusting Quil. I pulled on a long sleeved blue sweater, and then I rethought it after I remembered that Quil's favorite color on me was blue. I yanked it off and pulled a black sweater on, faded jeans, and hiking boots. I was going to be walking for a while. I pulled out some of the money from my sock under the bed, and my duffle bag. I emptied out my drawers and put all the clothes into my bag. I cried a little bit because there was never a day that I remember without Quil there with me, and after finishing packing and climbing out of my window there would be years where I wouldn't see Quil. I jumped out of the window with my duffle bag on my back. I went through the woods, so that maybe it would be harder to find me, hoping to get to a gas station for water or something. I sat down at the trunk of a tree and cried. Everything that mattered in my life was gone. Quil hated me, my family was dead. The pack had more important things to worry about than a depressed teen. God, I was pathetic. I just wanted to die so everyone could be free. I reached into my duffle bag and found what I was looking for. The box of blades I picked up a few weeks ago. I grabbed one out of the box. I drew my arm sleeve up, and quickly started slicing over the long scars that marked the previous times I had mutilated myself. But this time Quil couldn't save me. Quil wouldn't save me because I wouldn't let him. He would never again have my heart to break. I was dizzy but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I needed this, I needed him but he would never come. "I love you Quil. I'm sorry I messed up. I'm sorry I'm not what you need me to be. You'll find your real imprint someday." I collapsed against the forest floor. I heard the wind blowing and the tree branches swaying. I heard howls and a gunshot. Then, I was being lifted by a cold pale face. He looked down at me, his blonde shoulder length hair blowing in the breeze. I instantly knew I was being held by a vampire. The pain in his black eyes was terrible to look at. I knew he was in pain from the smell of my blood.

"Who are you?" I whispered hoarsely.

"My name is Zevran, Claire. Don't worry I'm going to take care of you," he said.

I felt an odd sense of recognition in this man. I also felt love. Nothing compared to what I felt to Quil of course, but I felt like I'd known him. Like he was my best friend all of my life, but I never remember seeing his face. Quil was the only man in all of my memories.

"I'm afraid I don't know who you are," I said softly.

"Don't worry about it. I don't expect you to remember me. You were just a baby when we met. I met you before that dog," He growled out the last part. "He stole you away. He made you forget about me. But everything's okay now because you're here with me and I will never allow you to be separated from me again. He thinks you're dead and now everything is perfect. We'll get married, and I will turn you into a vampire so we can be together forever. Like we always dreamed," He kept rambling about how much he loved and missed me. I kept thinking of Quil. I missed his warm embrace. I shivered in the grip of the man holding me. I was too weak to try to get away. His eyes darted down to me, when I shivered again.

"Oh, my love. You're cold aren't you darling? Don't worry we're almost to our destination. Then I can take care of you properly," He said.

I was too tired to even think I fell asleep in his arms. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but my heart yearns for my Quil. I felt Zevran stiffen above me and he started running faster, causing the wind to make me even colder. My teeth started to chatter and I was shaking.

"I'm so sorry darling. It will get better, we are arriving to my home, and I lost the dog following us. We should be undisturbed now." We stopped in front of a castle. He carried me inside and set me down on a soft bed. My arm was so sore. I was still shaking. Zevran brought a steaming mug of what looked like tea over to me. My heart swelled remembering when Quil brought me tea when I had sprained my ankle when I was fourteen. It was so hard to believe that just four years ago, I only saw him as a best friend and thought that he was unapproachable. I took the tea and sipped it carefully. I set the mug on the nightstand beside the bed. I then proceeded to squirm down under the covers. Zevran picked up my arm and he growled.

"He made you do this to yourself didn't he? I will make him pay, my darling. He will never be happy after I'm done with him," He gently kissed each cut. I was wondering how he was doing this with so much control. Most vampires would have already eaten me. He gently pulled off my sweater. It felt wrong. I don't want this. He wrapped my arm with my sweater.

"I'll be right back," he whispered.

He was gone like a bullet released from the barrel of a gun and before I could count to three he was back with a roll of gauze and Neosporin. He gently kissed me on the lips, and I pulled away immediately partly from his ice-cold lips and partly because I knew I only wanted Quil. Zevran looked hurt and like he would cry if it was possible. I hated it. I hated making anybody cry. I touched his face and he looked at me.

"I don't know you. Well, if what you say is true, I don't remember you. I'm sorry but I love Quil, and only Quil. He's had my heart since I sneezed on him when I was two, and he took care of me when I was sick," I told him softly, "I'm sorry but I can't love you. I can't love anyone anymore."

"You're wrong Claire. You will love again. You will love me again," He was staring at my chest. I grabbed the covers and yanked them up.

"No, Claire. Don't hide from me. He reached for me and I scooted back until my back was against the headboard.

"I don't want this. Please don't," I whispered, my voice shaking.

"Claire, my darling, it won't hurt for long."

"I DON'T WANT THIS! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!" He had ripped the covers away from me and was hovering over me. "QUIL!" I cried.

"DON'T CALL FOR HIM!" Zevran yelled. "He won't save you. You are mine now. You hear me? MINE!"

"P-P-Please," I sobbed, "I just want to go home. I won't tell anyone, I swear. I just want to go home."

He got up and walked to the door soundlessly.

Then, flipping off the light, he said, "You are home Claire. And you're never leaving again."

He left without another word. I cried myself to sleep thinking of Quil. I would never doubt my love for him again.