Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or anything involving it, all rights goes to Stephanie Meyers.
Prologue
I was running down the alley, sweat beads all over my body, causing my hair to stick to my face. He was right behind me, I couldn't stop. I knew he would catch me; it was just a matter of time. I knew he would be brutal, he was in this for the fun, the chase, for the fear he was building in me. I was trying to find a way to survive this, because there is no escaping. I ran into a dead end, ending any hope I had managed to grasp on to for dear life. I heard his sadistic laugh, "Time's up." I knew, he would take his sweet time, draw out the pain. I wouldn't take back this pain I was about to face, I wouldn't give up the last five months for anything. But I did wish it could have ended differently. That I could have said goodbye one last time, cherish one last kiss from him, give my best friend a hug, tell my family I love them. But I couldn't, because this was the end. I turned to face the man behind me; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of me fighting back. I closed my eyes to try and stop the tears, "I'm sorry." I whispered quietly. I opened my eyes and looked my hunter straight in the eyes, "He'll find you." I promised, and the hunter laughed, "Not soon enough." His body came closer and it blocked out what little light that was shining in this deepening black of night. I love you, I chanted in my mind over and over, in an attempt to down out my own screams.
A/N This is just a little preview I wanted to post, to see if anyone wants to read some more!
This story is about Alice, whose mother ships her off to her distant cousin Esme. When Esme and Alice escape Charles grip, they move to the little town of Forks. In Forks there is friendship, love and heartbreak, but more importantly safety; or so they thought so.
So comments or follows, something to know you guys are interested. I don't want to give to much of the story away, but I will give a preview of chapter one!
Chapter one, Goodbyes lead to better hellos
Rain drips down my window, eerily running off the car. My mom sings cheerily beside me. By the tone of her voice you wouldn't know that she was driving her daughter to her death; the death of my part of their family. I'm being taken to a distant cousin of my fathers.
I'm only eight years old, but I do know things, no matter what my family or my mother wants to believe. I saw the man killing my mom, I saw her screaming. But no, that apparently makes me sound crazy according to my mother. My father convinced her that I have an over active imagination, but that was enough for them to want to give up their rights as my parents.
I think my mom is crazy, sometimes I think she has no emotions, or maybe the wrong emotions. She looks and sounds so happy right now. Humming tunelessly, smile on her face. She is happy to be getting rid of me. That thought almost brought me to tears, but I wouldn't let her kill everything inside of me.
Goodbye Biloxi, Mississippi, hello Columbus, Ohio.