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Chapter Two: I Meet The Edward Cullen of Children

"Mommy, where are you going?"

A blonde woman had her hand on the door knob, and the moment she heard the girl's voice, she froze.

"Mommy?"

She turned around slowly, and looked down at the child, with tears in her eyes. The woman was very clearly beautiful, but sadness had aged her. She had icy blue eyes that seemed to be tormented with grief.

"Baby, go back upstairs with your auntie," She commanded in a weak voice.

"But why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying," She said earnestly, and pointed to the staircase.

"But where are you going?"

"Away."

"But why?"

"Because."

"Mommy!" The little girl had begun to cry, and her mother made no move to comfort her. She just watched her cautiously, her eyes clouded. "I don't want you to leave!" She made a move to grab her mother's leg, but all of the sudden a man appeared out of thin air and caught the brown haired girl before she could reach her mother.

The woman blinked in surprise, but nodded to the man slightly.

"Jennifer, I'm sorry," he said in a low voice, ignoring the child's loud cries.

"Me too," She whispered back, finally grabbing the door knob and leaving without looking back.

The girl began to cry more and more, and the man set her down on one of the steps on the staircase, before kneeling down to her eye level.

"You need to prepare for what's waiting for you, Lola. Things are only going to get harder from here, and you need to be strong," He spoke softly, with pained eyes, as though he was upset by something.

"But I'm not strong!" I replied on instinct, even though he was talking to the child.

"Yes, you are. You're stronger than you realize. Get ready, because they're coming for you. But, for now, you need to wake up." He waved a hand in front of the little girl's face, and suddenly the entire dream shimmered and disappeared.

The sound of the ocean assaulted my ears, and the familiar salt water smell reminded me of home.

But why was I at the beach?

I opened my eyes in horror, and sat up less than a second later. I whipped my head around wildly, dark hair flying every which way, and found myself seated just inches away from the water, on a sandy, deserted beach.

There had been a cliff. I could remember it vividly. That vampire had been so close to killing me, and then I jumped, and I was screaming, and then…Then I woke up. How had I survived the fall? How had I ended up here?

I stood up with shaky legs, and began to evaluate my surroundings. The sun had set, which meant it had to have been at least several hours since I fell. But I couldn't see the cliff anywhere. I must have looked like an idiot walking down the beach, searching for a cliff that wasn't there. It's a good thing that there was no one there.

Once I decided that I was a safe distance away from the vampire, I did something that I sure wasn't looking forward to.

I could still remember the pain as her fangs ripped my flesh apart, and she began to drink my blood. I couldn't even imagine how mangled my neck was, and I was sure that there would be a scar. Reaching a tentative, gentle hand to my neck, I carefully felt around for the wound. But all I found was smooth skin. It was as if the vampire had never even existed. And now I was beginning to doubt myself. I must have felt up every single inch of my neck, trying to find some trace of what occurred, but there was nothing there.

Had I dreamt the whole thing?

It definitely was possible. The likelihood of meeting a vampire, almost getting killed by said vampire, and surviving a fall off a ginormous cliff was all too slim. Although, it wouldn't be the first time something strange like that happened. For me, weird was the new norm. And it had all been so real! I had been all prepared to get on my knees and ask Jesus to forgive me for telling my sister that if she ate snails, she would get a unicorn for Christmas.

I held my face in my hands and sunk into the sand. What had happened to me? Was I going crazy- I mean, crazier?

"A-Are you alright?"

The small voice caused me to yelp in surprise and jump to my feet faster than I thought possible. I was immediately ready to fight off the vampire bitch again, but instead of a red-eyed, chalk-white monster, there was a little girl standing in front of me.

She couldn't have been much older than 10, if that. Her cheeks were rosy, and her long, dirty blonde hair fell around her pale face and down past the middle of her back. I couldn't hep but wonder how long it had taken her to grow her hair that long. Her mouth was open slightly, and she looked afraid of me. Which was when I realized I had been standing as if I was about to punch her.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else."

"You thought I was one of the monsters," She stated, her brown eyes wide and knowing.

I remembered how the vampire had looked like a completely harmless California girl before I had bothered to concentrate. Appearances can be deceiving. I stared at the girl long and hard, but she didn't change before my eyes. Still, I was hesitant.

"How do you know about that?" I asked, my voice careful and cautious.

"They chase me too," She whispered in her sad little voice.

"But how did you know I wasn't a regular person?"

She didn't say anything, and just pointed to my shirt. I looked down and was surprised to see a thick layer of blood coating the left side. Proof. It had really happened. I had really been attacked by a vampire. I wasn't sure whether to hide in a corner or rejoice. I settled on figuring out just who this kid was.

"What's your name?"

"Ava Cohen."

"Nice to meet you, Ava, I'm Lola," I said in my 'confident' voice, even though I suddenly wasn't quite feeling so confident. It was a stark contrast to how she talked in her timid, soft manner.

"Have you ever killed one of them? The monsters, I mean." Her large, knowing eyes were fixed on the bloody cloth that was my shirt.

"No," I said with a shake of my head. "Are you sure they can be killed?"

Her grey eyes met mine, and she just looked at me for a moment, evaluating me, almost. It was as if I was a tricky math problem, and she couldn't figure out how to solve it.

"If they can't be killed, then there's no hope for us," She finally said a few moments later.

"Then, I suppose we might as well think positively."

Ava nodded in agreement, her long hair fluttering in the sea breeze as she did so. I glanced back at the sky, and remembered that we were still outside in the middle of the night. It was far too soon since that vampire came to close to finishing me off, to allow me to feel comfortable out here.

"Have you got a home?"

She pursed her lips, and nodded once again.

"Well, then you'd better get home soon," I told her, with a meaningful glance towards the moon.

"But you won't have anywhere to go, and you'll be all alone."

How could this girl possibly know that? I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion, and she seemed to understand my expression immediately, as if she could read my mind. Hell, stranger things had happened to me than that!

"Your clothes. They're torn and bloody, and you look like you haven't taken a shower in weeks."

Well that certainly made sense. So, apparently, this girl wasn't the next Edward Cullen. And after my vampire run in, I was glad of it!

"Don't worry about it, I've been on my own for months now."

She looked deep in thought for a few moments, and I'd noticed in the very short time I'd known her that she did that often. She seemed to think through things quite often.

"I've got an idea."

"Lola Feyson, you can't hide from me. I'll be back for you, and you will wish I had just killed you before."

The voice was horribly familiar, and I was certain that I would be able to recognize it anywhere. The icy undertone to her venomous words was enough to make me want to run screaming into my mother's arms. The message behind her words was a whole other story.

I jolted upright instantly, and put a hand to my neck, only to find that I was covered in a thin layer sweat. When I felt the smooth, unmarred skin there I sighed in relief, and glanced around carefully to be absolutely sure that the bitch wasn't here.

"Just a dream," I mumbled to myself, trying to calm my frantically beating heart. I clutched the covers of the bed closer, and suddenly froze.

Bed? Covers?

Why the hell did I have a bed? Where was I?

Then, it came back to me. Ava. I'd met her last night, and she'd offered for me to stay with her. I remembered how her father had been so welcoming when I showed up in the middle of the night with his daughter. Of course, he'd probably just been thankful that his daughter was safe.

It had startled me how he had so easily allowed me to stay the night. I knew that my mother would never in a million years have let a strange girl covered in dirt and blood who showed up in the middle of the night with my little sister spend the night. But Mr. Cohen had.

"Oh, good, you're up," A voice drifted from the doorway, startling me slightly. I was seconds away from getting ready to run, when I noticed that it was Ava standing there. She smiled sheepishly, but didn't say anything. "Dad left for work, so it's just going to be us today."

After taking a much needed shower and borrowing clothes that were too big for Ava and too small for me, I found myself seated on the floor playing monopoly. After I ran away from home, I missed a lot of things, but it was these little things, like board games, that I found myself missing most of all. I liked to think that maybe I just wasn't meant to lead an ordinary life. There was something so frustrating about going to school day after day, and maybe a movie during the weekend. It was much too normal. But going from place to place, and spending each day somewhere new was much more satisfying. Despite the facts that I had to steal for every meal and that 'monsters' chased me, I still enjoyed it more than I had enjoyed living back home with my parents and sister.

I soon discovered that Ava dominated at board games. I made a mental note to always put my money on her rather than myself.

I also found out a lot about the girl. She wasn't as shy as she had seemed last night, that much was for sure. Turns out she was twelve- nearly thirteen- and not younger like I had originally thought. Her mom had left when she was a baby, hence the reason I'd only met her dad. She enjoyed school, and she even went on and on about this advanced math class she was going to take over the summer so she would be ready to start geometry before everyone else. And her favorite food was Nutella. I discovered that last one when she ate it for breakfast and lunch, much to my horror. She, of course, thought I was just as crazy as I thought she was because I didn't like chocolate.

"My friend told me that it's impossible for anyone to hate chocolate," She said through a mouthful of her peanut butter and Nutella sandwich.

"Sorry, Ava, but your friend is wrong."

"Or maybe you're wrong, and you really actually like chocolate, but you've just told yourself you don't because you want to be different from everyone else." I watched her curiously as she licked her fingers.

"Or maybe you're over thinking this," I retorted, barely managing to hide my smile.

"Or maybe you're under thinking this."

Being the older of the two of us, and clearly the more mature, I stuck my tongue out at her. She responded with a chocolately grin, and finished her lunch with a smug smile.

"So, can w-" Her sentence was cut off by the doorbell, and we both stiffened. It was strange to see somebody who reacted the exact same way to common, every day things. She frowned, and that simple action immediately scared me.

"Are you expecting anyone?" I said in a low voice.

She shook her head, glanced at the clock, and then her stormy eyes lit up suddenly.

"Oh! That's my friend! Come on, you'll want to meet him."

She dragged me to the door, and opened it before I could say that she should check that it was her friend first. They made those little peep holes for a damn good reason.

Standing in the doorway, waiting was the one and only vampire bitch from yesterday. She had found me. I suddenly felt incredibly stupid for accepting Ava's offer. I should have never spent the night here. I had dragged her even deeper into this mess, and a twelve year old girl certainly didn't need that.

"Hello there, Lola. Don't you look surprised to see me."

Ava was blinking in confusion, looking between me and the vampire. Couldn't she see her? Couldn't she see her flaming hair and her scarlet eyes? Or what about her impossibly chalk white skin? I was met with the sudden fear that maybe I was crazy. Maybe I was the only one that could see these damn things because they were in my head.

No, the blood. There had been blood on my shirt yesterday, and Ava had seen it. She had seen the blood. But there had been no wound. A lot of things could look like blood, and I had been unconscious. I grimaced, unable to decide what was real and what wasn't.

"Look at her, Ava. Look."

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Ava stared at the vampire, and then she let out a loud yelp, scrambling backwards as quickly as she could. Despite the situation, I felt a flood of relief. I wasn't alone in this. I wasn't crazy. For years, I had thought that there was something wrong with me. That I was delusional. But, finally, here was some solid proof that somebody else could see one of these monsters.

"You're a vampire!" Ava's voice suddenly became small, just like when I had first met her last night. It felt strange to hear her talk like that, even though I'd barely even known her for a day.

"Oh, puh-lease! You stupid half-bloods think you're so damn smart, and then you go ahead and call me a vampire! That stupid legend was based on me!"

"Uh huh, sure. Whatever you say."

I moved to the left slightly, so that Ava was completely blocked by me. Unfortunately, the not-vampire noticed, and gave me a sly, evil smile.

"Didn't you get my warning, Lola? I told you that you would wish I finished you yesterday."

In one insanely quick movement, she ran behind me and grabbed Ava around the waist. I stared at her in horror, and lunged forward. I wasn't sure what I was planning to do, but anything seemed like a better idea than nothing.

I punched her, I slapped her, I kicked her. But she wasn't effected by it like I had hoped.

With one simple move, she punched me hard in the stomach, and I collapsed to the ground. I stood right back up again, not allowing one little hit to get to me. Only, it was too late.

"You want your friend? Bring me your brother."

And then she was gone.