Hey guys, so this is a new story I have been working on. Feel free to criticize it as much as you want. I love getting tips on my writing and ideas of what I do good and bad. If I make any mistake, I am terribly sorry, I proof read every chapter about 8 times but sometimes things still slip past. Thanks :)

Chapter 2:

I woke in the small bedroom of the cottage. The light of the moon shone through the window as I gazed out. I heard a crash from outside and immediately remembered what had happened. I scouted the room, finding the knife I had claimed before. finding it under a chair. I grabbed it, hiding it in my skirt before venturing out into the family room. I walked out to see him bent over, picking up the pieces of a shattered vase. He hadn't seemed to notice I was there; slowly creeping my way towards the front door, I made it there silently before opening it as quietly as I could,

"I wouldn't do that." He said, still not looking at me. I flung the door open and sprinted as fast as I could. Hearing footsteps behind me, I pushed myself faster but within seconds he had caught me, flinging us to the floor. As we landed the knife I had been carrying came flying out, stabbing me in the side. I screeched in pain, my hands scrambling to pull the knife out. The pain shot through my body as I tugged on the metal blade, feeling it move my insides. My eyes started watering, screwing up in pain as I rolled around on the ground. I could feel the blood pulsing out. My hands pressed down on my side as I looked at Will to help me. He was sitting there, his face bleach white and eyes wide.

"Help," I choked out, pleading him. I saw him come back slightly, he was still very pale. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him crawl over to me, removing my hand from the deep wound. His eyes widened once again and I suddenly realised why. It was the blood. I knew he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. Struggling away from his grip, I got up and started to stagger off, clutching the wound which was sending spasms through my body. Suddenly I tripped over a branch, landing on my side and hitting the ground hard, I screamed out in pain as I rolled around, tears falling down my face like waterfalls. I saw a flash by my head and suddenly he was there again, his usually green eyes were bright red against the moon. I could see him, fighting against the urge once more as he placed his hand over the wound. I felt the healing right away, welcoming the calming sensation that came with it. I went to sleep once again, this time hoping I wouldn't wake up.

I woke in the soft bed, feeling the warm blanket over me. Sun shined through the window, light dancing over my shut eyelids. I didn't want to open my eyes; I didn't want to face reality anymore. I heard someone clear their throat and I immediately opened my eyes. There he was, standing in the corner of the room. My hand instantly flew to my throat, feeling for any type of bite mark.

"I didn't bite you," he said, walking over and sitting on the end of the bed. I looked down, pulling my shirt up to see the tiny little pink line where the knife had gone in. "You have to stop running away." He said sadly, looking down at his hands, sighing, I glared at him furiously.

"I shouldn't run away? Why is that? You're not the one who has been hunted their entire life. You don't constantly live in fear of being murdered. You have not been kidnapped by a creature that is designed to kill you, someone who then tells you to trust them." I glared at him; he flinched a little at my gaze. I could not believe what he was telling me.

"I am not saying that what I have done, and what my people do, is not horrible. But you must understand that I will not hurt you. I don't know what is happening but you need to understand that I am not going to hurt you. Don't you think that if I wanted you dead, I would have let you die from your gashes, or that stab wound?" he looked at me, pleading me to understand as I sat in thought. He had saved my life, more than once so far. He had rescued me for my village, which was under attack from his people, under attack from him. I still didn't know why he saved me, what he could possibly want with me.

"You can't expect me to trust you so quickly. Not after everything that has happened." I finally said, lowering my eyes. He sighed, walking out of the room. My stomach growled at me and I wondered how long it had been since I last ate. Quickly getting out of bed, I ran after him, towards the kitchen wondering I could cook. I looked at him, sighing as I began scouting the pantry for food. I eventually found some pasta and sauce, putting it out to start cooking with. I watched him watch me out of the corner of my eye. "You said you can survive a little while on food, so do you want anything?" I asked, looking at him as he sat down at the table. He nodded slightly and I got to work cooking, finally accepting that this was my life for now. He hadn't killed me yet and maybe if I was civil, he might keep me alive longer. After cooking what I think could pass as spaghetti, I placed the two bowls on the table and started to eat. It didn't taste as bad as it looked, though I had defiantly had better. I watched him as he ate my food, putting it down as fast as he could. "You don't have to eat it if you don't like it." I said, looking at him. He seemed shocked for a second, as if he wasn't expecting me to talk.

"No it's okay. It is nice. My system just doesn't agree with it as well anymore. Even though I am partially alive, my system still prefers blood. I can sustain myself on food but I can die if I don't drink blood." I looked at him, processing the information as he finished the meal. I barely touched mine even though I was hungry, my body didn't want to eat it. He seemed to see my eating confliction because he walked over and took my plate. "Your body is just suffering a bit from the healing. You'll be back to normal in no time," He said before leaving the room. I washed the plates he had just dumped in the sink, before following him out into the living room. I saw a bookshelf in one of the corners. Walking over to it, I grabbed a random book of the shelf and started reading. I read for hours, the book enchanted me. Eventually I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up to see Will standing, looking down at me. He was wearing a light grey tee and low riding sweat pants.

"I think you should sleep," he said "it will help with the recovery." I nodded and got up slowly, stretching out my muscles which had been in the same position for hours. I yawed widely and started towards the bedroom. First I decided to have a shower, crossing the room, I walked into the large bathroom, shutting the door. I undressed and got into the shower, letting the warm water drench me. I found some shampoo on a shelf and washed my hair, erasing all of the dried blood. I finished my shower and went to get dressed, realizing I had no clean clothes. I got the courage to walk into the bedroom, my towel tight around me.

"Do you, um.. Have any clothes, I could erm.. Wear?" I asked, slightly embarrassed. I thought I saw a smile play on his lips but he just nodded and got up, walking towards a door I hadn't noticed before. He entered what looked to be a small walk in wardrobe, grabbing some clothes and coming back out.

"I don't know if these will fit." He handed me some sweats and a singlet. I walked back into the bathroom, shutting the door tightly behind me. I put the singlet on, it fit loosely around my tiny frame. The sweat pants were far too long, but after some tugging at the draw strings I got them so they fit loosely around my waist. I grabbed my shirt, the only one I had and washed it in the sink. It was covered in sweat and died blood making it smell bad. After hanging it up to dry, I walked out into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Will got in next to me and I looked at him questionably.

"What are you doing?" I said, making it apparent that he was not going to be in the same bed as me.

"I am sick of sleeping on the couch." He stated, making no attempt to move. I huffed and rolled over, keeping my back to him. I thought I heard him chuckle but when I looked back at him, his face was a mask. I fell asleep not long after, letting my body recover.

I woke up before him, grumbling and getting up to go to the toilet. After cooking myself breakfast, and eating it I walked around the house some more, exploring. After about 15 minutes I went back into my room to see if Will had woken up. Walking over towards the bed, I saw Will lying there, still asleep. I prodded him until I saw his eyelids begin to flutter. He looked even paler than normal, I watched him open his eyes, looking up at me with his dark green eyes.

"Are you um.. Okay?" I asked him, looking down at is pale face. He grunted and heaved himself up a little higher.

"Yeah, I am just weak; all the healing I have been doing on you has taken its toll." I waked around the room again,

"Is there anything I can get you?" I asked but he shook his head.

"The only thing I need right now is blood, but I am too weak to get it. I am hoping if I sleep I'll gain enough energy to go hunting." I sighed, walking around the room pondering what I could do. Sitting down, I watch him for a while. Suddenly I jumped up and starting running for the door. He gave me a scared questioning look. He thought I was going to run again. As I walked into the kitchen, I contemplated running, but I knew I owed him this. I grabbed a knife and walked back into the room, watching as his eyes widened. I sat down on the bed in front of him; he started shaking his head, guarding his heart with his hands. He thought I was going to kill him. I pulled the knife to my wrist and cut it open. I watch his eyes widened as I shoved the cut into his mouth, feeling his fangs come out into my skin. I expected it to hurt but it didn't, my arm became almost numb as he began to drink. I could feel the blood draining from my body, getting weaker and weaker. I saw black spots cloud my vision.

"S s stop" I got out before I blacked out.

I woke several hours later, feeling weak and tired. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Will walk in with a glass of water.

"Drink this," he said, handing me the water, "I am so sorry about that." I gulped down whole glass, the cool liquid was refreshing.

"A life for a life," I said, as I handed him back an empty glass. Rolling myself out of bed, I got up and followed him out of the bedroom. "So," I started looking out of the large window, into the forest, "what are we going to do now?" I asked, walking over to stand next to him.

"We have to move, I know of a city, but it will take us some time to get there." I nodded, knowing I had to go with him. He looked down at me, his eyes a shade of green I had never seen before. He must have noticed me staring because he looked away, opening his mouth to speak.

"They're green because of the blood," he said, looking distantly out the window, "and I know you are not going to approve, but I am going to have to make you look like a perfect." My eyes widened and I looked at him, pleading him not to do it. He just looked at me once again and sighed. "It won't be that hard, you are naturally pretty. It will be safer if we can fool people, even if it is only for a little while." He said, I wanted to run away again but I knew I couldn't. This time he'd catch me faster, because of my blood which now ran through his veins.

"What do you need to do?" I said, sighing. I had come to accept my fate and if that meant giving up easy, then that is what I'd do. He grabbed my arm softly and dragged me to the bathroom. I sat down on a chair he had brought in with us. "Shut your eyes," he said and I did. I felt his fingers run over my face, though it was a different feeling to healing, it was relaxing. I felt his hands run down my arms a tingle followed them as they went. After he was finished I opened my eyes, looking at myself in the mirror. My skin was now perfect, no blemishes, digs or cuts. The pink line on my forehead had vanished and my hair had a new life to it. My large green eyes sparkled behind thick lashes. My red lips were healed and smooth. I gazed down at my arms, the long scars that went down to my wrists had gone and smooth pale skin was in their place. I was perfect. I looked like a perfect. I turned around to see Will's eyes go blood red, before he spun and ran out of the room faster than I could follow. I walked into the living room, seeing the front door flung open. I walked over and shut it, walking back to the couch and sitting down, reading the book I had been reading the other night.

It would have been a few hours before he returned. His face was cold and hard, he walked passed me without saying anything, his eyes were hard. Entering the bedroom, he slammed the door which made me jump. I sat there confused for a few minutes before I got up slowly and walked to the door, opening it quietly. I peeked inside the room, Will was sitting on the bed, head in his hands. I walked over, sitting down on the bed beside him.

"So um.. are you okay?" I asked, looking over towards him. I wasn't very good at comforting people; I didn't have any friends, not close ones anyway. He looked up from his hands, his eyes were green again.

"I could have bitten you," was all he said, before looking down ashamed. I was shocked; I didn't think he was going to eat me. I sighed, biting my lip,

"I don't think you would have bitten me," he looked at me questionably, "I mean, you didn't bite me when I was pulsing blood from my side. You didn't bite me when I had long gashes down my arm, why would you bite me when nothing was bleeding?" I looked straight at him, putting my hand on his. I felt tingle in my fingertips as they brushed over his hand. I pulled back, was he healing me again? My fingers were tingling and he gave me a strange look. I pretended I didn't see it and sat there quietly, admiring my new face in the mirror through the bathroom door.

"You are beautiful," he said, following my gaze. A smiled played on my mouth and I looked down, hiding the red taking over my cheeks.

"How did you do it?" I asked, looking up at his face.

"Do what?" he asked, looking puzzled. I looked down,

"You know, make me all pretty." He sighed, shaking his head as I asked him.

"I don't know, I just did it," was all he said before getting up and walking to the bedroom. I looked out the window, it was dark out. I followed him into the bed room, walking in on him taking his shirt off. His perfectly sculpted body showing, I quickly looked away and walked into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and combing my hair, I then changed into the singlet and sweat pants from last night. After changing, I walked back into the bedroom, walking over to the bed and climbing under the thick blanket. "We have to leave tomorrow," he stated before walking over to the bed. Getting in next to me, I saw him rummage in his pocket, pulling out a long chain. He handed it to me as I gazed down. The black rope necklace had a mid-size black cross attached; it was beautiful, encrusted with black jewels. He grabbed it from my hand, as his fingers brushed my palm I felt the tingles again. They were starting to scare me. He grabbed the necklace and put it around my neck, securing it tight against my skin, making me shudder. I looked back up at him questionably, "it proves you are a perfect." He said and I nodded. Lying back down I felt him climb under the covers. I was asleep within minutes.