1. Memories
"Reenesme run, run now" Jacob screeched as a blood thirsty vampire lunged at him
"No, JAKE" I sobbed
"RUN!"
I woke up startled by the memory of the worst thing that happened to me, my tears rolled down my checks dampening my jeans. I heard the rustle of some leaves on the tree above me, a bird stood on a branch.
I looked at the field in front of me, it was wrong to come here, very wrong. This was the field were they killed my family and friends. I always came here searching, but for what, like this field could have something worth living for, all it held were things of the past that I put deep down in my head so I would not think about it. All I wanted was my parents, like that was humanly possible, but what wasn't possible in this world, what was not real, is every single myth and legend in the world true. The ache in my heart throbbed, not letting me breath easily.
"Nessie!" a voice very familiar to me called out
It was Jane, not the horrible and dangerous Jane in the Volturi who helped kill my family and friends, but my closest friend and in so many ways a sister. I looked up; when I noticed I was kneeling down on the ground crying. She ran to me, and sighed.
"Nessie, its ok don't cry" she assured me
I nodded my head once, and looked back to the floor.
"Jane" I mumbled
"Yes" her voice went up two octaves
"Where is Gabriel?" Gabriel was Jane's mate, they loved each other very much, you could clearly see it, but Gabriel had a hard time understanding what I was. As so many vampires who have seen me, they reacts the same. They all were scared at first, thinking I was an immortal child, but after, when they got to know me there was no more harsh feelings about me. Unfortunately, Gabriel was taking a long time to understand that I am not a crazy monster, and that I didn't mean any harm at all.
"Hunting" she muttered
"Jane"
"Yes" she said once more
"It is so weird, I feel like, like they are looking for me, like they are here, and alive"
"Hmmm" was all she could say
It was true though I felt and knew in my heart that they were still here looking for me, but I knew it wasn't true, but I didn't have to believe it.
Jane cradled me in her arms, and she ran to my family's cottage, it was still standing, thankfully, but Jane and I knew that it wasn't safe to be there. The Volturi could follow the scent, but so many years had passed by that we weren't even sure they remembered who I was. But we were going to take our chances either way, we needed a place to live, and it was my family's house. The door flew open and she placed me on top of one of the black leather couches. My parents left me about a billion dollars in cash plus a credit card, so I had no intention in having no money, so we redecorated the house. My room stayed the same while Jane turned my parent's room into a sanctuary; it was filled with pictures of my family that I found in my dad's old house, and some I found in my mom's old house. Unfortunately, my grandfather died of a heart attack when he heard the news of my mom's death and my death- so he thought; I wasn't allowed to go to his funeral. The story was that someone came to the house and murders me and my mom, my father was shot by a gun, the bodies were never found (of course). I had no idea how they came up with the story maybe my parents knew this would happen so they left evidence. I did not want to find out because the more I thought about it the more my heart throbbed in pain.
The rest of the house was never used, like the kitchen, even though I was able to eat human food, I didn't want to, it smelled awful and tasted like cardboard.
I sulked on the couch flipping through channels on the TV; I stopped at a random channel and just stared at the screen. This life was so boring, and slow, if it wasn't for Jane I wouldn't be able to bear even a month.
"Please, stop it" Jane whined
"What" I questioned
"Stop being so sad, you look like you are in so much pain"
"Because I am in so much pain" I snapped
"Well, sorry it's not my fault" she snapped back
Her eyes were filled with agony before I knew I was crying.
"I am sorry" she muttered
"It's ok, I mean it's not your fault, and you help me so much"
She didn't say anything after that. Before I knew it I was falling asleep, the last noise I heard was the sound of a purring car from the front door, and I slip into unconsciousness.