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Samantha Whitlock-Unusual Smells

As I pushed myself further the certainty that I couldn't go much further hit me again, I would have to stop soon to get a hold of myself. I knew I wasn't going as fast as I could I felt as if I didn't have enough power or drive to push myself to my limit or near it. Since running away from him made me feel pain, a great pain that I could feel throughout my entire body. A pain that a mere human would die from, pain even vampires struggled with.

In the back of my mind I though of Carla, she would be confused and in pain at the moment though I couldn't help her she was beyond my reach at the moment, I was beyond my reach. She was probably trying to figure out what had just happened or maybe even converting her confusion and pain into anger. I wanted to help her, because to help her would help me to bring myself from this ocean of black I was drowning in. I could feel myself slow, though I wanted to go faster than I had ever gone before.

I may not let emotions take hold of me often, though when they do, they take hold of me with crushing force. To try and escape or merely distract myself, I smelt my surroundings, doing this made me feel a little less hopeless. I could smell the sea, the ocean; I might have an escape yet. I wheeled in the direction of the scent.

Now that I could smell the ocean, I had a plan, a plan that could maybe help me, though at the moment, that was all I was thinking about, me. The scent grew stronger and stronger, not far away now, though the scent was disturbed by a smell so strong so hideous that I stopped dead in my flight. The smell triggered something in me, I felt curiosity, and curiosity was good, it distracted me.

Anything that distracted me from this pain and sadness was good in my book. I was still in a forest though it felt as if I was near the end of it, though this forest was different, since it was smothered in this smell. My curiosity made me take a huge breath in through my nose, I flinched at the pure ugliness of the smell, and I had never smelt anything like it. As I looked I couldn't find anything that could me the owner of this curiously hideous smell, nothing buts trees and plants and the forest's wonders.

I was about to take flight again, about to go back to my pain when something caught my eye. Just a leaf moved, though it was not an old leaf, it wasn't falling as if it had expired from the tree, nor was it windy, it was as still as stone throughout the air. This leaf had been moved by something, someone, though in couldn't smell any animals, any vampire, any humans, so what was out there.

I searched for more unnatural movement, though no movement came, whoever these creatures were they didn't make the same mistake twice.

This time I didn't see a leaf move, I saw a figure move, a blurred, moving figure, of a tall animal, to small the a bear the to big to be a antelope. Then what was it? My question seemed to be heard, as three extremely large wolves entered my strange smelling clearing.

Their would be intimidating to mere humans, though I knew I could snap their necks with a twist of my wrist. Though how these animals be wolves? I have never seen such wolf with this smell, height and particular build. They moved inwards, they each were crouched as they moved, the one in the middle with russet coloured fur seemed to have the superiority.

I was guessing since he was the tallest out of the three. The other two came in from either side of me, one was light gray and the other sandy, the light grey one was the smallest, though it seemed to have the most hostility to it, they started to circle me, though I felt no threat, they were mere wolves. An existence that couldn't even move me from the spot I was standing in now.

I watched in wonder at their braveness, or maybe I should call it stupidity, did they really think they could take on the likes of me. A vampire, a being that was stronger than anything else on the entire planet, surely their instincts told them that. Though clearly not, I was told when the russet wolf lunged for my throat, I took it as no surprise; they seemed too impressed with themselves. I was expecting something that felt close to a feathers touch on my skin when the wolf crashed into me, though it was something entirely different.

As it crashed into I felt a strong force, a force as strong as a vampire's, the russet wolf lifted me from the ground and flung me back into the middle of a tree.

As I slid down, the shock hit me, what on earth enabled a wolf to throw a vampire 20 meters into the air and into a tree.

The grey wolf came at me from the side, though I suspected that it would have the same force, no matter the size of it. Swiftly I sprung into my hunting stance, the wolf lunged at me in a similar fashion to russet wolf, I lent back as I caught the wolf by the torso and swung it back then letting it go. It went around 10 metres in the opposite direction it came from, and whimpered as it hit a huge pine tree. Though I had no time to absorb my small victory, the sandy coloured wolf was coming at me from my other side, it's feet swiftly touching the ground as it charged at me, and I prepared myself again. It lunged for my legs, so I jumped high into the air, and somersaulted to behind it, then kicked it in the stomach. I watched as it went flying, into a boulder, and let out a yelp of pain. Though the russet one came at me again, jeez they were persistent. I prepared myself again; I didn't see why I just didn't leave, though they seemed as if they would be capable of both strength and speed. It lunged at me and I lent backwards to absorb the blow, as I did this I felt another impacts from my side, in my corner vision I saw the grey would recoiling it's leg from kicking me, and I dropped the wolf and went flying into a tree. It spilt in half, and I flew into the next tree, making it sway then fall.

I slowly got up and saw the wolves charging at me again. I snarled at them, they all growled in response. I decided not to wait for the attack this time, and I charged at them. I made a small attack plan in my head, first I would get rid of the sandy coloured one, and I jumped from the ground and sideways to the nearest tree. I made it look like I was aiming for the lighter grey one as sprung from the tree no sooner from when I landed on it. Though I merely sprung from its back and went sideways to the sand wolf, I landed in a cat stance next to it, and just as it looked at me from its side in shock, I whipped my leg back then forth and kicked at least 50 meters in front of me. I had no time to watch the impact, next was the grey wolf, I flipped backwards, and while I was in the air I saw the growling face of my next target.

I landed again on a branch, then jumping upwards to the next then the next; I jumped outwards into a swan dive, then shaped my body like a needle and aimed for the wolf. Though I altered my aim slightly, and landed next to it, I swept my leg so that it kicked the wolf from its stance and then without hesitation I kicked it and it yelped and went in the same direction as the sandy coloured one. Next was the russet wolf, it seemed to be the strongest, I always saved the best for last, they were always the most fun. I smiled at it, and growled furiously at me. I sprung up into the air, though before I could gain at least 3 metres into the air the wolf lunged and hit me. It went flying backwards with me, though as I landed I curled my legs inward and kicked it upwards and away from me with both feet. It yelped though landed gracefully, what the hell, now wolves were graceful, this is the weirdest and most painful day of my life.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, the two wolves I had just basically killed were charging at me again. They should be dead, if at least completely crippled and near death. Jeez, these animals were so strange, did they have super healing or something, what freaks.

I prepared myself again, though they weren't playing with me this time, they were serious, they wanted me dead. All three lunged at me, I could take on two though that was all, and the other would either seriously wound me or kill me.

I decided to take on the grey wolf and russet wolf, they seemed the strongest, as I kicked them away from me I prepared myself for the inevitable impact that I knew was something.

Just as it was only centimeters from my face a blurred white figure tackled it, and they rolled to the side. It was Carla, in all her raged beauty; she had just saved my life.

"Thanks," I said, still in shock, though we need to fight these things. It was two on three now, though would we be able to win.

Carla Mansfield- Burning Alive

I was running as the world burned around me. I was running for reasons I couldn't even begin to fathom, I was running away and running forward, I was escaping and yet I was moving toward my destination. So many feelings, so many thoughts cascaded through my head. One after another, flashing by too fast to make any sense, to slow to clear my head.

I was a mess and I was scared. Something that rarely happened to me. I wasn't saying I was fearless, this situation now was proof I wasn't. I was just unnaturally brave or maybe stupid and impulsive is a better way to put it. Whatever it was I rarely feared anything or anyone, but right now I did. Right now I was the most scared I could ever remember being.

And it wasn't because of the shocked, angry clan of vampires I had not left behind, nor was it the fear of loosing Sam, panic engulfed me with that thought; I wasn't going to lose her! No, it was a fear much, much worse and although I ran as fast as I could, my strong legs powering me forward, I knew I could not outrun it, there was no way to escape it, no where to run, to where to hide, I was trapped. The person I feared was stronger than me, so much stronger, and faster and fiercer, they trumped me in ever way, for me there was no escape, there never had been and there never will be because the person I so feared, the person I was running from, was myself.

I shrank away from an abnormally large burst of my anger, the flames growing around me. I was scared of myself, of what I was capable of, of what I had done and what I could do because I knew all too well. I was afraid of my anger. It ruled me, took over my body, my conscious, my senses, it was stronger than I could ever be and there was no way for me to control it.

I was lost, a helpless, tiny, shaking figure of my conscious being dragged relentlessly with the current of my anger. Being swept away, nothing to grab on to, nothing to stop myself, I was a rag doll at the mercy of the storm. There wasn't a thing I could do, I couldn't stop myself, I was helpless and it scared the hell out of me. There was only one thing I could see through the haze of red, the flames of my relentless anger. It was a tiny white light, a pure entity in a world of fire.

Its light, although white, shone brighter than all the strength of the flames. It was the one conscious thought in a sea of confusion; it was what I was running toward, where I had to go, no matter what. It was Sam. My body, although controlled by anger, acknowledged this, it was a primal instinct, the instinct of survival. Because my body, ruled by anger, more animal than human, ran toward Sam not out of concern for her safety as perhaps I would have done. Not to help her, make sure she was ok, not to be there for her. It ran toward her because it needed her to survive, because it knew, as I did, that my fate, and perhaps that of a greater part of this town, vampires and humans alike, would be determined by where I was when it finally happened. It depended on if I made it in time, if Sam made it in time.

It depended if I reached her, on where she was, or more importantly, if she was with me when it happened. When I finally lost the last shred of my conscious mind and let my body over to anger. I was fighting a loosing battle, already I was tired, my mind exhausted by the days activities, all the emotional stress. It was too late to turn back now; no way I could calm myself down, take deep breaths, and think happy thoughts. I was too far gone, I was past the point of no return, and I was doomed.

And when I could finally fight no longer, when the anger took over, when, not if, I was engulfed by the flames I would become a force to be reckoned with. I would become the ultimate weapon of destruction and everything in my path, every person, animal, thing and vampire in my way, within my sight would be torn limb from limb. I would travel the town like a whirlwind, shredding, ripping, killing everything in my path and there was nothing that could stop me.

I would continue my parade of devastation until my last breath. I could feel no pain, cry no tears, there was not a thing on this planet that could stop me now, not a thing but a small, blond vampire. Not a person on the earth but Sam. I needed to find her, needed to get to her, it was a need not a want, and I needed her, perhaps more than she had ever or would ever need me. She could stop me and I knew if she had to she would kill me to do it. I would never begrudge her that, it was what needed to be done. If it was my time, then I would go, would leave this earth with my head held high.

I couldn't think of a better way to exit than by the hand of the one who gave me a second chance, the hand of the vampire who brought me into this life. Sam. I could think of no better end to be killed by Sam's hand, no better way than to have my life ended by the only thing I had ever lived for in this bleak existence. If it was fate, than so be it. I ran forward, my legs being pushed harder by fury, harder still my need and even harder by truth.

The light was growing brighter, larger, stronger, liked a train racing toward me down a long dark tunnel. Except the tunnel was not black, it was read with flames and that light was no train, it was Sam. I was almost there and I was going to make it, just. I could see that, plain as the light of hope growing in front of my eyes; it was going to be ok. I passed thought the last rim of trees, the light of the clearing blinded me for a second, like the rays of first dawn and then I froze. The fire inside me, inside my mind, throughout my body, in the world around me vanished as quickly as it had arrived.

My mind was aglow with light, light so pure, so bright, so strong that it overpowered all else. If I had thought the fire was hard to control, that the fire was a force to be reckoned with, I had never been more wrong. The fire had nothing on this light, its raw and absolute power that radiated from every beam, stronger than anything I had ever seen with these eyes. It blinded and burned, but unlike the fire it was cold. So cold that it physically burned my skin, froze me in place, mind, body and spirit and a transformation took place inside me. This all happened in the space of a single second, a burst of light that seemed like an eternity was compressed into the expanse of a single second.

And as I watched that second slip by, oblivious to the short amount of time it really was, everything snapped back into focus. Not a second had passed, nothing was different and yet nothing was the same. I was looking at all that was before me with new eyes, eyes blinded by light. I saw through these new eyes the situation that was before me. I observed it as a still frame, my senses in over drive, and the light making time itself seem to freeze.

I felt like if I could move, I would have been able to stroll casually into that clearing and circle the figures within as they lay frozen in mid flight. But my limbs were frozen in place and my mind to numb to comprehend movement, so I just observed the world before me that was bathed in bright, pure, and light. There was a figure, familiar as it was blurred, white as the light that surrounded it, harder than granite, hair the colour of the sun. It looked so familiar, it was -. But something was blocking my thought process, wall after wall appeared as I tried to work out the feeling of familiarity that overcame me when I gazed at the figure. The realization that overcame me was short lived and sharp, somehow I knew that if I were to remember who this person was, this world, weather and illusion of my mind, or some warped reality would crumble around me. It wasn't my time to know, not yet.

So I decided to let it slide, giving up my stubborn nature for curiosity. I turned to the other 3 objects in the clearing. At first glance I would say they were animals of some sort. But bigger and stranger than any animals I had ever encountered, and when you lived off them you got to see your fair share. But as I looked closer, pushing past the blur of my mind I saw that there was something so human about their faces, their beings, it was like nothing I had seen before. They were defiantly some kind of wolf, but larger and stronger than any wolf I had ever seen or read about, even larger than anything I saw fit to create in my imagination. My brain lagged, uncomprehending.

They had long, shaggy fur and large black eyes, their teeth, long and sharp were bared, as if they were growling. They looked angry, locked in battle. Battle? Where had that thought come from? But as I observed the situation as a whole, the still frame as one big picture, I realized I was right, this was some sort of fight. The giant wolves against the shiny figure. Girl, I corrected myself. Girl? Another rogue thought, but again I realized I was right, it was a girl. The girl paused in mid air, I couldn't see her face, and it was blurred by my vision, covered by the light. I tried to push past it, but to no avail. She had her feet thrust out in front of her, catching the bigger of the two wolves in the chest. I could see the frozen impact and knew that it would sent them flying, possibly even break a rib or two.

The girl was strong, but these wolves were also, perhaps evenly so. I reluctantly turned my eyes too the third wolf. For some reason I had been avoiding meeting its gaze, observing its figure. As if an unconscious command had drawn me away from it, but now I forced myself to look. The wolf was smaller than the others, but strong none the less. This girl had left herself completely open to its attack, a move of obvious desperation, a last resort. The wolf had a clear target, it would no doubt connect with the girl, gravely injuring her, or perhaps even ending her life.

This thought brought with it a searing jab of pain, so strong and so real I fell to my knees. It hurt more than anything I could ever remember feeling. Though my half closed eyes, wincing from the pain, I glanced once again at the girls face, this time, weather it be because the pain was clearing the fog of my brain, or if it was just time, I was able to see her face clearly for the first time.

It shone brighter than anything else in the clearing, turning the light that surrounded her, to a dull washed out background.

It was Sam. The names rang strong and clear, like the light itself. Sam was in danger. I ignored the pain in my head, in my heart, in my limbs. The pain that seared from every inch of my body.

I ignored the light, bright and blinding as it demanded my attention. I ignored every instinct in my body that told me to stop, to turn back, to no go any further. I didn't care about any of it, I was beyond listening, I was unstoppable. What I felt in that second was stronger than any fire. The light surged around me, my world was light, and that world was nothing but Sam.

One thing rang loud and clear, stronger than breathing, stronger than me, stronger than life itself. I had to save Sam. I ran forward, pushing the light, the fire, into ever particle of my body. Turning my anger, my fear, my happiness, my hope, into pure, raw strength. I made myself move, took that first step toward Sam, the step that was the start of my full fledged flight. And as I took that first step, my world dissolved around me, the light shattering into a million pieces and time once again speeding up. Everything was different, nothing was the same, but I didn't care, I didn't even notice.

I just ran and I wasn't running away from anything, nor toward anything, I was saving Sam. It was as simple as that. That realization, that truth, it became my world. Stronger than me, stronger than fire, stronger than light. I crashed with full force into the sandy figure that obstructed my view, which was the center point of my world. To destroy this wolf would mean to save Sam. That was all that mattered. And as I crashed to the ground, taking the wolf with me, not caring weather I lived or died, I knew Sam was safe. And if I died, it would be with a smile on my face.

I rolled to my feet, not a second had passed since I took the sandy wolf to the ground and I stood bewildered and lost. I couldn't seem to remember why I was here, or what had happened, all I could make out was an enormous sense of relief, so strong it was making me giddy.

"Thanks" I heard a breathless voice mutter, sounding as bewildered as I felt.

I turned hard and fast toward the voice, a shot of fear, mainly on instinct, filled my limbs. I was much too confused to comprehend any real fear. But my fear instantly dissolved, I knew from the start there had been no real need for it.

I knew that voice, this face, far too well to feel any fear in her presence. It was Sam who had spoken, Sam who now stood before me. Sam unhurt, unscathed and most defiantly alive. Although she looked as shocked as I felt. I started to laugh then, relief winning out over concern, now that I could see she was ok. The giddiness giving me a strange high, my mind was buzzing, I had never felt so alive, so happy, I felt like I was flying. My laughter was strange and off pitch, affected by the sheer stress and pain of the situation. I laughed at the look on Sam's face, at the sheer impossibility of this situation.

I laughed harder still at her clearly diminishing gratitude and word of thanks, I laughed at the fact that I was laughing and soon Sam was laughing with me. We were both laughing so hard we were out of breath, doubled over, if we had been human tears would have rolled down our face. We laughed because it was the only thing we could do, we had nothing to say, nothing to do, so we laughed. We laughed simply to dispel our weakness and fear, we laughed to feel stronger, to be ok, to gather our scattered thoughts. We laughed because man it felt good. We turned to look at each other, just staring for a moment, as if trying to work out if the other was really there, trying to convince ourselves we weren't dreaming. I had a strange urge to pinch myself, just to make sure.

Sam opened her mouth as if about to say something, what it was I would never find out because at that precise moment our fading laughter was cut of entirely by a ear splitting howl of anger and pain. That one howl, recognition of a world outside our small bubble of relief and laughter, was all it took to bring us black from cloud nine to the deep dark kavas of reality. We weren't out of this yet. We were in for the fight of our lives.

The wolves had re-grouped, the sandy one, without our notice had managed to limp to join the others, facing us across the clearing. They were mad, that much was obvious, but it wasn't just the range of a beast, a range that was primal and instinctive, it was something more. Something almost human, the range of a fallen Conrad. I could see, as my gaze traveled over the two wolves standing before me, that range came about from the collapse of the grey wolf.

It lay, breathing heavily, its left leg twisted at a weird angle that made it look grotesque and deformed. It was badly injured, that much was clear and the other two weren't happy about it. I glanced at Sam, she was staring, almost with pity, at what she had done. Well pity sure as hell wasn't going to help her now. She had gotten herself into this mess, and for what might be the first time in my existence, I was going to help her get out of it. I turned to face them, my face a mask of fierce determination. If they thought they were angry at the enemy of their fallen Conrad, they had nothing on me. I realized with a gasp that the fierce anger from earlier had not disappeared.

I was gripped by a sudden fear that sent my mind reeling, the flames reared, trying to take advantage of that fear, but I fought them back. Locking them deep within the confines of my heart, because I realized now, as I had always suspected, my great heaves of fire and anger came from the very core of my heart. For me it would always be the heart.

And it was now that my heart would give me strength. The fire burned with a new energy, tightly bound but strong just the same. It filled every pore of my being, tightening my muscles, sharpening my senses, opening my mind. I don't know what changed, perhaps the wolves saw something in my face, something in my eyes, or maybe it was just instinct. But they stopped dead where they stood, there eyes shifting to meet mine. We stood beast to man, locked in a staring contest there was no way I would lose. If looks could kill, right now they would be burning alive in the pits of hell.

Suddenly my mind went blank, a black space filling where the sudden red flames had been only seconds before. It was then I heard the sound. Yelps of horror, of fear, of confusion were coming at me from across the clearing, their actions blurred by a screen of red fire. The flames, the burning pits of hell, had jumped right from my mind out into the clearing, which was now burning, strong and bright.

Sam turned to look at me, the flames seeming to finally snap her out of her guilt. I shrugged, looking a little guilty, a mischievous glint sparkling in my eyes. I don't know what Sam saw in my face, perhaps the same as the wolves, but suddenly hers was a mask of determination, her eyes set hard. She was ready to fight with me, for better or for worse, this was it. The wolves had recovered themselves, the brutes seeming to realize after moments that the flames did not burn, but they still looked uneasy with their surroundings.

I smiled, an evil grin. I was going to enjoy This!

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